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Miss Gretchen

07-14-2000, 05:49 PM

This may take a while.....

1. My ex BF's ex GF's (got that? She was the girl he dated just before me)father used to pick out "pretty" underwear for her from the Victoria's Secret catalouge to "surprise" her. She did not find this the least bit strange. My ex did. I sure did.

2. My friend had a roomate known as "Scary Paul". Why was he considered scary? weeeelllll, for starters:
a. One entire wall of his room was covered in bookshelves loaded down with video tapes of porn. Not the "usual" kind, either. It was a meticulously alphabetized and sorted by category collection "imported for those with uncoventional tastes." Uh huh. There were easily 2500 or so tapes.

b. On the bathroom counter was a neatly laid out cloth upon which lay his collection (He had several interesting "collections") of gynecologist's tools. ::Shudder:: Where did he get them? Why were they there? What did he do with them? I still have no answers.

c. His pick up line? "I have a bean bag chair and a duffel bag full of dildos at home. What do you say?" This worked! On MORE THAN ONE OCCASION!!!

I do have other creepy tales but I don't want to hog the board here.

Silver Fire

07-14-2000, 06:05 PM

I used to, when I was between the ages of 9 and 13, say randomly to any family member who happened to be around, "Answer the phone." About 5 seconds later it would ring. Creeeeepy. I don't do that anymore.

I can also tell you, before I answer my phone, who is on the other end. I'd say it's more of an intuition than a psychic ability.

brachyrhynchos

07-14-2000, 07:18 PM

My friend has had many birds through his life, including a parrot. One day, he was fooling around with the tape recorder, just taping whatever was happening. In the tape, you can hear him playing with the parrot, and the parrot occasionally talking quietly to him. Suddenly the parrot says loudly, "Telephone." About 5 seconds later, the phone rings.

Creeps both of us out.

Brunetter

07-14-2000, 08:22 PM

I think it's creepy the way your skin peels off after you get a sunburn. And the way that should really hurt, but doesn't.

Through the business that my husband and I run, we once met this older fella (about 65-70) that I thought was really creepy. Like the OP says, it was nothing I could put my finger on, but whenever I saw him my skin would just crawl. My intuition proved to be right one night when he left this long rambling message on our machine about how his first girlfriend was named (my name), and how gorgeous I was, and the origin of the word gorgeous, and on and on. I think he even sang on there at one point. That was really creepy.

Anti Pro

07-14-2000, 08:38 PM

We always had family reunions as 'vacations' when I was a kid. I was told I was going to meet 'Uncle Buddy' whom I had never met. We drove up to the house, which was dark, and my cousin just pushed open the door, no knocking, saying, 'hi Uncle Buddy'. My eyes adjusted to the dark, and there was a man in a rocking chair. He said 'hi' but didn't move. I'm wondering, he MUST be alive, 'cuz he just spoke!

Turns out, Uncle Buddy lived with my uncle and aunt, and they would just leave him sitting in the dark, because he was blind, and couldn't tell the difference. Even typing this story, at the time, I thought my uncle (who I would never see again) was creepy. But NOW, I think it was my aunt and uncle who were pretty creepy for doing that to a person.

BTW, Miss Gretchen, if we had a creepy contest, I think your friend would win! ;)

Nacho4Sara

07-14-2000, 11:22 PM

I'm all creeped out just reading this!

OK, two examples:

1. When I was 14-15, my brother's weirdo best friend gave me his cherished copy of "An Encyclopedia of Serial Killers and Mass Murderers." I get chills just thinking about it.

2. The other day I was flipping through the channels and got engrossed in a tv special about the Black Dahlia Murder (which is creepy in itself) but when they showed the photos - I was ready to run from the room screaming.

3. I was in the downstairs bathroom tonight, and my stepdad was in his workroom which is an extension off the side of the house. When I came out of the bathroom, it was pitch black. I jumped back in the room for a second before I realized my stepdad must have left his workroom and turned off his lights.

4. When I'm at work and I smile or say hi to a customer, and they just stare. Ewwww.

sheerah

07-14-2000, 11:49 PM

During college, I roomed with a girl from my hometown. We had been on the cheerleading squad together and she seemed rather normal and from a relatively stable family. At one point, she had an argument with her father whom she called every week. I went to the library to do some research for an English paper and returned to the room at least two hours later to find all the lights turned off, several candles burning and my roommate sitting in the middle of the darkened room mutilating a stuffed animal.
She apparently decided to take her frustration at her father out on a stuffed Goofy. I'm not kidding. Ears, legs, a hat, and Goofy's nose littered the floor of my room. When I mentioned -- rather delicately-- that this was abnormal behavior and that perhaps the dorm mother would find this disturbing she said, "Yes, but after tonight no one else will know."
Finding that statement just a little too odd for my taste, I spent the night with another friend and subsequently obtained a waiver to change my living quarters. I've never spoken to her again. Talk about creepy. I still have dreams of disembowled doll parts. EEEWWWW!!

SanibelMan

07-14-2000, 11:50 PM

Come on, come on, and tell me why you're staring...
Come on, come on, it must be what I'm wearing...

As I was leaving OfficeMax today, sitting in the van at the stoplight, the guy driving the car next to me was staring at me. It wasn't like he was glancing at me - I knew he wasn't, since I had the visor over the side window and he was leaning over to get a better look. I kept glancing sideways to see if he'd stopped, but he must have stared for 10 or 15 seconds. That really creeped me out. Luckily, he was going left and I was going right. I wouldn't have wanted to have driven next to him... :shudder:

Oh, yeah, this is my 700th post. Bow down before me.

Boris B

07-15-2000, 01:03 AM

Hey, Silver_Fire, your sig line is appropriate to this thread. Where'd it come from?

I have a story much less creepy than the last couple of posts. At work, there is a weirdo sales rep who has the little sales rep/Satan goattee that they all have. His schtick is that he likes to repeat everything you say verbatim. All the pauses, word fragments, and false starts are in there, just the way you said them. There is a reason most people aren't quoted exactly as they speak - people don't speak in perfect English syntax. (On the other hand, misspellings are rarer in spoken language than in written.)

So if you think you've been perfectly clear with this guy, he'll repeat you back to yourself revealing that you are clearly insane. I'll tell him, That account seems to have no service left on it, but this computer function is unreliable. He'll reply, "So you wanna.... It uhh ... well, there's no service, but the screen has gone - oh there it is ... that's right there's no - what the hell? I don't know, this machine is so - it's unpredictable."

ricepad

07-15-2000, 01:57 AM

A few years ago, my father-in-law was moving his office, so being the dutiful and supportive family that we are, we rent a truck and help out. As my brother-in-law, my wife, and I are emptying the furniture of books and papers and stacks of diskettes, we get to the back of a credenza and find a big bottle of sex lube.

Now, my f-i-l is about as up-tight as a person can be, and none of us quite know how to react. We certainly didn't want to think of their dad, unit in hand...just the thought creeps me out even now.

Profane

07-15-2000, 03:25 AM

My favorite- my ex BF once climbed into my apt (over the fire escape into my window,there was a 2 ft gap)while I was sleeping to make sure I wasn't with someone else. Notice he is my EX bf.

The old guy who stood and watched me change the female mannequin.

When you don't feel like anwsering the door and you hear the person rattling the doorknob. I always wonder if they would just let themselves in.

Annie-Xmas

07-15-2000, 09:17 AM

On my desk at work I have a little plastic thingy
with three tiny drawers in it. I use it to hold
paper clips, staples, etc. A woman who works in
my office takes the drawers out and leaves
them on my desk whenever she walks by. This has
been for two years. I ask her not to do it, or
tell me why she does it, but she doesn't answer
me and continues to do it.

Weird?

yESTERDAY mAN

07-15-2000, 09:59 AM

My friend and I were helping another guy move a load of ceramic molds from one building to another. After we finished, he drove us back to my friends house. On the way, I looked down at the floor behind the driver's seat and saw a box that had once contained an "Inflatable Bonking Sheep". I questioned him about it later, and he claimed that some old guy had given him just the box as a joke.

Wendell Wagner

07-15-2000, 11:32 AM

Miss Gretchen wrote:

> a. One entire wall of his room was covered in bookshelves
> loaded down with video tapes of porn. Not the "usual"
> kind, either. It was a meticulously alphabetized and
> sorted by category collection "imported for those with
> uncoventional tastes." Uh huh. There were easily 2500 or
> so tapes.

Not unless he had the videos at least two rows deep on those shelves could there have been as many as 2500 of them. I just measured and ten videos take up 11 inches of shelf space. So if there were 125 videos to a shelf that would make the shelf 137.5 inches (= 11 foot 5.5 inches) long. You can just barely, if you build the shelves special-purpose, fit videos in shelves that are 8.5 inches tall. So if there are 10 levels of shelves, that would be 85 inches (= 8 foot 1 inch) tall. 125 videos per shelf times 10 shelves equals 1250 videos. He would have had to keep the videos two deep on the shelves to have 2500 of them, which would mean the shelves are at least 8 inches deep.

You know what I find creepy? That I can't read a post like this without doing arithmetic on it.

Fleetwood

07-15-2000, 12:04 PM

Those 'Golden Dollar' ads on TV. The man with the head of George Washington (or is it Barbara Bush?) going around town spending the coins. That creeps me out every time.

Rilchiam

07-16-2000, 12:14 AM

Originally posted by xizor
When I meet someone, and they wipe their hand on their pants or shirt and then shove it out there for me to shake it. I find that kinda creepy. I mean, if you are not apparently working with dust or dirt, that little wipe just makes my not want to touch you (where has that hand been?)
Vaguely creepy.

They're wiping off that little patina of sweat. It's a courtesy.

Gunslinger

07-16-2000, 12:27 AM

Originally posted by Fleetwood
Those 'Golden Dollar' ads on TV. The man with the head of George Washington (or is it Barbara Bush?) going around town spending the coins. That creeps me out every time.
Yes indeed. Also the Quizno's sandwich shop one where the guy puts the sub sandwich down to pour his drink, and his dog (big, slobbery Great Dane) takes it--and then the guy takes (most of) the sandwich away from the dog, piles it back together on the floor, picks it up, AND TAKES A BIG BITE OUT OF IT!! WTF?!

Quadzilla

07-16-2000, 01:07 AM

Hearing something hitting the walls at 1 AM and not realizing it's just one mother of a fly.

Waking up exactly 2 minutes before the alarm goes off.

The William Shatner Priceline commercials *shudder*...why, Mr. Shatner, why?

People who can just sit there and watch mosquitoes sip their blood.

The ICQ "invisible mode" icon.

The guy who sat down across from me on the Paris Métro and began to draw me.

Martha Stewart.

Commander Cyclops

07-16-2000, 03:37 PM

About nine years ago, I was screwed for a place to live so I ended up moving into a fleabag hotel in downtown San Diego. I smoked a lot of pot in those days, so a few days after getting settled in I was hitting the old water-pipe and started watching the 11 o'clock news. A few minutes into the broadcast, they finished up a story, the graphic disappeared from the corner of the screen, and the camera moved slightly to center on the anchorwoman. She then looks directly into the camera and says urgently, "Sam (my name), if you're watching, please call home!" HUH? I've only been in this place a few days, am I going insane already? Turned out to be some retarded kid who wandered away from his home, but for a second I really thought the TV was talking to me.

mega the roo

07-16-2000, 04:02 PM

I spent Friday night at my brother's apartment, and the whole time I could hear train cars being loaded, in the distance.

THAT was creepy.

mega the roo

07-16-2000, 04:06 PM

I just read Sanibel's post, and felt a need to chime in about my ability to attract weird people.

Now, this has gone on since Highschool, so a lot of the weird tendencies these people have, don't bother me anymore.. but about a month ago I had a guy stare at me like Sanibel mentioned, and I thought I was gonna have to change my pants.

tubagirl

07-16-2000, 04:17 PM

I was watching a documentary on cattle mutilations in the mid west an hour before picking up my fiance at midnight. It was about all the aliens picking cows up into the sky, cutting certain parts off then dropping them back to earth.

I THEN had to leave my apartment in pitch dark to pick up my fiance. I brought the dog along. halfway to the car I got this creepy feeling, so I picked up my dog and carried her because I was afraid the aliens would lift her up and mutilate her...

I was scared ans creeped out of my skull. I know I'm crazy...

Welfy

07-16-2000, 07:09 PM

There's this guy at school that creeps me out. I think it's because the bridge of his nose is non-existant. Plus he wears all black and he's huge. Sometimes I'd be walking in the hallway with my friends and he'd be walking in the opposite direction and upon seeing me he would turn around and follow right behind me.

One day I jokingly told my friend Roy to bring me ice cream to my house after work, knowing that no one in their right mind would come to my house to do that. But, around 12:30-1am that night, I walked into the kitchen to get a drink in my pajamas and noticed my dog Max was standing up facing the door, still as a statue. I wondered what he was looking at, so I looked outside and let out a little scream because peering it right at me was Roy! I live out in the country, so for this to happen it really freaked me out.

I agree, the Invisible Mode icon on ICQ is creepy.

Internal spontaneous combustion. I'm always paranoid that I'll just be sitting there reading or drawing, and FOOM! I'll just burn to death right there.

When cleaning out my old desk I found a postcard with a picture of a dead baby on it. The picture was black and white but the cheeks were tinted with this sickly pinkish tone. I guess people took pictures of dead people for postcards back then and it was considered normal. Not now! I wouldn't sleep in my room until the picture was done away with.

I bought this stupid cheap plastic Voodoo necklace at Dad's antique market 6 years ago. I wore it all the time, and from the time I put it on all these terrible things happened in my household...things breaking, people getting really sick, just weird stuff. Mom told me to get rid of the necklace or else. One day I couldn't find it and everything bad stopped. To this day I don't know what happened to the necklace because I never saw it again.

I could name oodles more creepy stories but I'll wait until another day.

Byzantine

07-17-2000, 12:51 AM

Oh, please! You're ALL weird. Just because. And don't question my use of betwixt again! ;)

Welfy

07-17-2000, 01:37 AM

Oh, please! You're ALL weird.

And you're not? ;^P

betenoir

07-17-2000, 02:05 AM

Well, how 'bout the roomate of a friend I was visiting who just about every day I was staying there left various items of freshly washed S&M parafinalia drying over the shower curtain rod. And a buttplug on the back of the toilet.

Now don't get me wrong. It's not the S&M that bothered me. In fact, I'd have to say I'm pretty much pro-perversion in all it's forms. But why would you want to display the intimate details of your life (and for the life of me I can't think of anything more intimate than a buttplug) to some one you met a day and a half ago?
Did I mention he asked me out later that week? "Vaguely" is not the word.

On an altogether different note of creepiness;

So we live right by (well basically surrounded by) a state park. And I was walking through the park grounds the other day, throught the place where they keep the ground mantiance equiptment, and some park offices, and the snow-mobile museum (strange, but not creepy)and I noticed for the first time about 7 or 8 white boxes- about three feet by three feet, all about ten feet away from each other in this field. And I went up close and they all had doors, with locks on the outside. And they all had hook and eye latches YOU COULD LOCK FROM THE INSIDE.

Does anyone have a non-creepy explination for this?

evilbeth

07-17-2000, 02:25 AM

Wendell Wagner. No further explaination needed.

Also, I find it more than a little creepy that either I know the porno/dildo/beanbag chair guy Miss Gretchen was referring to or there are two guys that fit that description!

Zarathustra

07-17-2000, 10:59 AM

Originally posted by betenoir
So we live right by (well basically surrounded by) a state park. And I was walking through the park grounds the other day, throught the place where they keep the ground mantiance equiptment, and some park offices, and the snow-mobile museum (strange, but not creepy)and I noticed for the first time about 7 or 8 white boxes- about three feet by three feet, all about ten feet away from each other in this field. And I went up close and they all had doors, with locks on the outside. And they all had hook and eye latches YOU COULD LOCK FROM THE INSIDE.

Does anyone have a non-creepy explination for this?

If they were tall enough for a person to stand inside, and if they had a slit for someone inside to look through, I'd guess they were some kind of deer blinds?

fluffinator

07-17-2000, 11:03 AM

Originally posted by betenoir

So we live right by (well basically surrounded by) a state park. And I was walking through the park grounds the other day, throught the place where they keep the ground mantiance equiptment, and some park offices, and the snow-mobile museum (strange, but not creepy)and I noticed for the first time about 7 or 8 white boxes- about three feet by three feet, all about ten feet away from each other in this field. And I went up close and they all had doors, with locks on the outside. And they all had hook and eye latches YOU COULD LOCK FROM THE INSIDE.

Does anyone have a non-creepy explination for this?

Sounds like bee hives... friend of ours puts boxes like that out in a corner of our woods... he prefers our woods because we farm organically... there's more for the bees to gather...

xizor

07-17-2000, 01:30 PM

Originally posted by Wendell Wagner
So if there are 10 levels of shelves, that would be 85 inches (= 8 foot 1 inch) tall.

Actually, that is 7 foot, 1 inch tall
<walks away quickly>

Ozone

07-17-2000, 02:03 PM

I was on my way home from work one day. Took a different route than normal due to road construction. About a mile from my place of business an ugly little car pulled behind me. This guy followed me for ever. Every turn, every lane chaneg. He even cut another car off at one point to get behind me. I was just about home, and really didn't want this psycho to know where I lived. I was planning on pulling over to ask this guy what the FUCK his problem was, when he flipped a U-turn and drove off.

In hind sight, I wish I would have turned around and followed HIS ass for a while. I'm not a small guy (6'1", 220 Lbs.), and people don't scare me, but my wife is alone at home durring the day. I'd like to track this freak down and scare the living shit out of him, but I wasn't worried enough to even get his licence number at the time.

I guess that would fall into the "CREEPY" catagory, not the "VAGUELY CREEPY" one, huh?

a35362

07-17-2000, 03:19 PM

Oh, Miss Gretchen, PLEASE share some more with us!!

I once had a roommate whose standards were just not high enough. She came from a dysfunctional family and was eager to get married and have kids (or just have kids) so she could "do it right," ... fix everything her parents had done wrong. She was dating or engaged to this guy ... I don't know his story, but she referred to him as a "hillbilly," and he was indeed unfamiliar with some social niceties.

They broke up (I had been trying to talk her out of marrying this guy), and one day when she was gone he came by to get some stuff that belonged to him. I did not feel safe letting him in the door, so I talked to him through the door, telling him that Beth wasn't home and that he'd have to come by later. This answer was not acceptable to him and he kept knocking at the door to be let in.

Now, he and I BOTH know that he's there, and that I know that HE'S there, and I have explained to him why I'm not letting him in. But he kept knocking ... nine or ten rapid knocks, followed by about twenty seconds of silence, then another nine or ten knocks ... over and over and over.

Well, I had to get ready for work at my evening job, so I went in the bathroom for a shower (the bathroom was at the other end of the apartment from the front door, so I couldn't hear whether he was knocking from inside the bathroom with the door shut). I come out about twenty minutes later ... and he's STILL doing his knocking, pause, knocking routine. I went to the door and looked through the peephole ... and he had his arm over it so that I couldn't see out! As if that would make someone MORE likely to open a door! As if I don't already KNOW who it is!

Finally my roommate came home; she tried to tell him to get lost ... but he just would not, could not "back down," I guess. We ended up calling the police, and the police officer acted as an intermediary while Beth went and got the stuff the guy had come for. Thankfully, we never saw him again.

Beth apologized for his behavior, and she said she couldn't believe she had been considering marrying this guy. She said where he came from, if you go to someone's house and he isn't at home, you're supposed to let the guy in and let him wait for the person ... as long as it takes for the person to show, I guess. Apparently, he wasn't really dangerous; just someone with a different sense of appropriate behavior and very poor communication skills.

teela brown

07-17-2000, 04:46 PM

Quadzilla, you beat me to it. I never lunge for the remote more quickly than I do when Bill Shatner appears on the tube and starts rapping. EWWWWWWWWWW . . . .

Also, does anyone ever dream a rather specific dream and then have it come true? I don't believe in prescience, but it has happened to me a couple of times, and it gives me the creeps.

betenoir

07-18-2000, 01:21 AM

If they were tall enough for a person to stand inside, and if they had a slit for someone inside to look through, I'd guess they were some kind of deer blinds?

Well, no they weren't that tall (3') and they seemed to be permanently placed in a field where deer are very unlikely to tread. And I don't recall any slits at all.

Bee boxes might be a possiblity. I don't really know what they look like. But that still doesn't explain a lock you could only lock from the inside. Unless you were breeding some very intelligent bees and you respected their privacy. In which case we could be back to creepy.

neutron star

07-18-2000, 02:18 AM

A friend and I got lost hiking in the red rock canyons outside of Las Vegas. We had gone too far to feasibly go back the way we came before it got dark, so we pressed on, eager to get out of the canyon before nightfall. What was supposed to have been a half hour walk had turned into a six hour ordeal with no water, no food, and no cigarettes. The only thing we did have was a glass pipe and an ounce of pot that I didn't want to smoke anyway since I was so damn thirsty.

Anyhoo, we trudged on and made it out of the canyon just as night was falling, smack dab in the middle of nowhere, and about 10 or 15 miles away from my car. As we emerged from the canyon, we saw a sheer rock face rising up above us. I'm not a good judge of distance, but I'd say it was probably 1,000 feet high and about as close to perfectly vertical as mother nature can get. Time had worn small cubbyholes into the rock face, dotting here and there, far apart from each other. Something in one of those cubbyholes caught my eye. A flashlight! Somebody was up there!

Several hundred feet in the air, at night, in the desert, three quarters of the way up a sheer rock face and here was a guy flashing his light on and off. Coded signals perhaps? And then we saw another flashlight in another hole, a hundred feet from the first guy. I felt mega-creeped-out. Had we stumbled onto some secret government area or something? I had to say something.

"HELLO," I screamed out at the top of my lungs. Immediately, the light went out and a shadow could be seen ducking quickly back into his hole. Bizarre...

We walked a half mile or so until we found what we had been looking for - civilization! Or so we thought. A creepy little community, entirely fenced in, lay before us. When I say entirely fenced in, I mean there was a 6 foot fence stretched across the friggin' road! We found a place where the ground was low and shimmied under the fence only to find ourselves in a neighborhood which not only was entirely fenced in, but each yard within the community was fenced in itself. Every single one, without exception. And every yard had vicious guard dogs. Twenty or thirty houses, all heavily fenced, all with snarling dogs. And not a human in sight. As if all this wasn't creepy enough, we'd occasionally hear a rattlesnake and almost piss our our pants.

Of course we eventually made it out of the creepy neighborhood and flagged down a friendly couple in a van who drove us back to my car, but so many questions about that night still linger. Who were the guys in the rocks? What was the deal with the fenced-in community? Whatever it was, it redefined the word "goosebumps" for me. Anyone have any ideas?

Kiva

07-18-2000, 03:01 AM

Originally posted by neutron star
Time had worn small cubbyholes into the rock face, dotting here and there, far apart from each other. Something in one of those cubbyholes caught my eye. A flashlight! Somebody was up there!

Several hundred feet in the air, at night, in the desert, three quarters of the way up a sheer rock face and here was a guy flashing his light on and off. Coded signals perhaps? And then we saw another flashlight in another hole, a hundred feet from the first guy. I felt mega-creeped-out. Had we stumbled onto some secret government area or something? I had to say something.

"HELLO," I screamed out at the top of my lungs. Immediately, the light went out and a shadow could be seen ducking quickly back into his hole. Bizarre...

I just finished reading Thunderhead by Preston/Child, and just reading your post made me freak out momentarily. The skinwalkers! AAAA!
What a book.

Anyway, I say you should go back there and investigate. Bring a digital camera. Bring water. Bring me.

Wendell Wagner

07-18-2000, 05:42 AM

evilbeth wrote:

> Wendell Wagner. No further explaination needed.

Thank you.

> Also, I find it more than a little creepy that either I
> know the porno/dildo/beanbag chair guy Miss Gretchen was
> referring to or there are two guys that fit that
> description!

I wonder what the probability is that you and Miss Gretchen would both know this creep. Let's try to calculate it . . .

Geek Mecha

07-18-2000, 06:02 AM

There's an oddly-shaped house on a street in Liliha numbered 666. All the plants in the front yard are dead. Next to the door is a little glass-paned display box with three or four little statues in it. Can't tell what kind of statues they are- I don't dare go that close.

Geek Mecha

07-18-2000, 06:03 AM

And I've never seen anyone go into that house. No cars in the garage, nuthin'. I've never even seen the mailman put mail in their mailbox.

Miss Creant

07-18-2000, 03:33 PM

Creepy is finding out that your EX boyfriend molested his 12 year old daughter, while you were dating!

And while this may not be too creepy to some people it is really F*CKING annoying: The pea-brained right to lifers
who spend thousands of dollars on huge graphic abortion photos for their protests. If they're so damn concerned about the "children", why don't they donate that money to help raise them?

Welfy

07-18-2000, 04:19 PM

*Those oil pumps in Texas, the ones that dot the plains. The first time I saw them while driving through scared me. They remind me of big black praying mantises.

Poysyn

07-18-2000, 04:48 PM

Okay I was laying in bed at my old house (this house was totally haunted, no joke). It was a waterbed and my back was to the door. The door was just resting shut, not latched or anything. The door bumped open and the hall light was shining in. Then the bed moved like my dog had jumped up on it. I rolled over to pet her, and she was not there, no one was, very creepy!!

- When I was younger (about 14) my friends and I were at the local mall. Some older guys/men were sort of following us. Being the young ones that we were, we paid them no mind, and eventually forgot about them. We left and got on the bus. About ten minutes in to the ride someone knocked on my window, on the outside of my wondow while we were moving. It was the guys from the mall, they had followed us and were now driving their pickup beside the bus. Eventually we ran and hid in a backlane behind some cars in the snow while they cruised around looking for us.

-Another chasing story, I was always being run down as a teenager, weird. Anyway my friend Anna and I were walking home from a school dance. It was around 10:30. We were crossing the street when two cars full of guys went around us down the street, they hooted and hollered. We ignored them. A ways down the street I had the feeling the guys were coming back and they did. They pulled right up beside us and began trying to get us to come closer " We are lost can you give me directions..." etc. We took off running in the snow beside some railroad tracks, we heard car doors open and shut, but I guess they decided two girls weren't worth following through the thigh-high snow.

-last chasing story, I promise, for now. My ex-bf and I were walking home from the store after getting some stuff. it was summer and still pretty light out. Two cars drove beside us yelling offensive crap. We ignored them. The next thing we knew, the brakes squealed and the car doors flew open. The guys rushed out and ran at us. My god, did we run! We eventually found a hiding place in some bushes, I was trying not to wheeze as my asthma was bad then. We could hear them searching the area for us. Pretty freaking scary.

Necros

07-18-2000, 05:44 PM

They has a story a couple of weeks ago on NPR about these shortwave radio stations on which people just read random numbers out loud over and over again. Supposedly they are for spies to use for decrypting messages or some such. But just the though of tuning to a radio station only to have numbers monotonously read out for long periods of time gives me creeps.

Also, on my occaisional trips out to eastern Colorado at night, sometimes I would stop on a dirt road. Everything for miles around would be silent -- except for this strange popping sound. It wasn't mechanical or regular in anyway. I still don't know what it was. Over and over again. Pop...pop.pop....pop..pop.

mega the roo

07-18-2000, 06:42 PM

I'd have to say the crow standing beside the Gargoyle by the roof of our garage is vaguely creepy.

As was when a dozen of them were sitting outside my bedroom window a year ago, completely silent, staring at me.

Montfort

07-18-2000, 06:56 PM

Here in Rockville, MD, there's a restaurant called The Bagel Place (or Shop -- it's in the same shopping center as TGI Friday's and the Cosmetic Center). Anyway, it's a great bagel shop, but there are paintings of anthromorphized bagels done up as kids, except the "kids" have bagels, complete with the hole, as their faces. This creeps me out to no end. I once had a nightmare about those poor kids who had bagels for faces. ::shudder::

Milossarian

07-18-2000, 07:41 PM

I think Neutron Star wins. That story wigs me. There are little enclaves around where I live, out in the middle of the woods, where the families there rarely if ever come into town. Makes me think about that inbred family in the all-time creepiest "X-Files" episode. You know the one, where the Ma had no legs and lived under the bed?

And you're right about eastern Colorado, Necros. Nebraska has NOTHING on that region for desolation.

Some of you women may be over-reacting to being creeped out by being stared at. That could just be guys being guys. They're interested, and they're trying to initiate eye contact. Perhaps they don't understand the part that if you don't make eye contact back, it means you aren't interested.

I think it's vaguely creepy when parents do drugs with their teen-age or older children.

panamajack

07-18-2000, 08:14 PM

the little enclaves out in the wilderness reminds me of something that happened on a trip I took recently. I was heading down to pick up my brother who'd just finished a long hike; there was a period of a day or two when he might get out, so I had to be sort of in the area beforehand. The first day I was nearby I decided to spend at a campground near the headwaters of the Owens River.
Since I hadn't heard from my brother I had some time to hike around. I followed the river for a while, then after climbing over some rocks noticed the barbed wire fence marking off a ranch in the area. This was still in the brushy hillside (not out in the open ranch meadow), so I followed the hillside for a while until I got to the top of the hill and crossed back outside the fence.
This area has an awful lot of fire roads/jeep trails everywhere and the top of this hill was the end of one. I decided to follow the road back to the campsite. I hadn't gone 100 yards into the woods when I saw an abandoned VW bus a little ways off the road. The road got a little closer to the vehicle and I saw that one side was open, and there was a propane tank on the ground outside (the smaller barbecue type). So someone was living there. No indication that they were home, and from what I could see maybe no one had been home in a while.
The road curved behind the car. I could see the open door now, and just as I moved past the car I looked back. What I saw was that someone was sitting in the back seat. I saw a leg, perfectly still, and a hand resting on it. As if whoever it was was staring straight ahead. I didn't run, and I tried not to look over my shoulder too much, but it was definitely disturbing.

Maybe harmless, possibly he was deceased (I never saw him move), but I wasn't staying around to find out.

Myrr21

07-18-2000, 08:40 PM

Necros: I have been very creeped out by popping noises in the middle of nowhere before. One possibility (which turned out to be the case where I was) is devices that some farmers use to scare off deer and other critters that like to eat their crops. I guess if it's at a regular interval they get used to it or something...

Vaguely Creepy: These weird old (but very expensive) houses up on a hill near my former job. The lights are never one, there are never any cars there (visible at least). However, every Christmas, there are electric candles in the window...

pepperlandgirl

07-19-2000, 12:42 AM

Ok, I have two things.
One time I think I was at Wal-Mart, and I decided to use the restroom. When I first sat down I noticed a pair of white tennis shoes in the next stall. Not really caring, I proceeded with my business. I casually looked down again, and the shoes hadn't moved. So I thought "Maybe someone just left their shoes in there." Which doesn't make any sense, but I noticed black pants cuffs. So now, slightly curious, I decided to wait them out. I was in there for ten minutes, shuffling around, making noice, and the shoes never once moved. That creeped me out. So I hurried out as fast as I could.

Ok, this one is a bit weirder.
When I was in 8th grade, my best friend Steph, hung out with the "skaters". At that point though, she wasn't one herself. Well, they were all playing with a home made Ouija board. I decided not to take part in that. Well, weird things started happening to her. She came to school the day after she started playing with it, with this HUGE gash on her forehead. I asked her what happened, and in a very frightened voice she explained that the bed started spinning, and she banged her head against the wall. She begged me to come home with her that night because her whole family wasn't gonna be home till much later. I agreed, and when I went into her bedroom later, I noticed that her bed had shifted out of it's original place.
We then went out to the barn to feed her calves (She lived on a dairy farm). While we were out there, I turned my head quickly and saw an outline of a hunched over man in her truck. It scared the shit out of me! Especially because I KNEW we were the only ones in the barnyard.
But the weirdest part was the airpressure. The only way I can describe it is to compare it to the time I flew from Salt Lake City (about 6000 ft) to Oakland. When I first stepped out of the plane, the air pressure about knocked me down. It was even hard for me to move. Well that's EXACTLY what it felt like in her room, and it was HOT in there. I mean, HOT. It was even difficult to breathe.
Well, we hung out there for a bit longer, even though both of us were creeped out, and then we went to the Church for youth activities. Oh it was such a relief to be there. The air wasn't heavy, it wasn't hot, and it was MUCH easier to breathe.
The whole thing was very creepy.

Tretiak

07-19-2000, 10:50 AM

Bad Andy. Good Pizza.

I don't know why but those Domino's commercials are both humorous and vaguely creepy.

Commander Cyclops

07-19-2000, 12:54 PM

I didn't see this happen, but I once saw a Real Player clip of it: Some video pirate in Chicago once cut into a broadcast of Dr. Who and just sat there babbling incoherantly for about a minute, and then he dropped his pants and a woman came over and started spanking him with a fly swatter. I can't imagine how freaked out I'd be if I saw that live.

Miss Creant

07-19-2000, 01:04 PM

I'm right behind you Tretiak (so to speak) on the Bad Andy Good Pizza issue. At least the Little Caesar commercials (do they spell it differently?) made SOME sort of sense. What does bad puppetry have to do with pizza?

gobear

07-19-2000, 01:39 PM

I spent three weeks in June of 1980 selling Bibles door-to-door in Sylacauga, AL. After I had made my slaes spiel in one old man's rundown house, I asked to use the toilet. In the bathroom, next to the bowl was a brown paper grocery bag half full of used toilet paper! Ewwww.

Necros

07-19-2000, 01:53 PM

Myrr21, I've never heard of those. Wow. You may have solved a vaguely creepy mystery that's bothered me for years. Now, how many people can you say you've done that for today, eh? :)

Miss Gretchen

07-19-2000, 04:18 PM

Wendell Wagner:
Fine, fine,my math may not be up to snuff here, but hey, getting an accurate count was not at the top of my list of priorities, OK? :)

Welfy:
Oh my god! NOBODY else finds those creepy (the"rocking horse" oil pumps) People think I'm completely insane when I mention this fear! What gets me is how surprisingly, eerily quiet they are. Get right up close to one (I know, its asking a lot to approach these creepy things)They just make a little "whhhhrrrr-sssshhhhh-whhhhrrrr-sssshhh". How can a huge metal thing that moves constantly make so little noise?
Creepy story #3 (continuing from previous post)
At my mom's house one time I noticed a greasy "forehead-nose" mark on the window, as if someone had been looking in. Creepy enough, no? But this window was a good 12 - 14 feet off the ground (the lot is very slope-y). There was no marks in the squishy ground right below it, so there was no evidence of anyone using a ladder. I had walked by it a few hours before, and I don't remember the mark being there. (now my back-of-neck hairs are getting all tingly) Somehow, the thought that someone "slipped under the radar" and was looking in your house while you were there without you knowing about it is about a thousand times creepier than looking up to see someone watching you.

a35362

07-19-2000, 04:24 PM

Are you sure it was on the outside of the window?

Miss Gretchen

07-19-2000, 04:30 PM

I'm sure it was the outside. My face is not that greasy.
But then again, sinceI was the only person home, an inside grease mark would be just as creepy. No, actually I think that it would be more creepy.

jmelee

07-19-2000, 05:14 PM

I think those commercials with talking and dancing babies are creepy. it's just not right.

jmelee

Patty O'Furniture

07-19-2000, 06:02 PM

People who have one or two of their front teeth lined with gold. I can't imagine what dental misfortune has befallen these people that they needed to have the perimeter of their tooth lined with metal, like a brass frame around a picture of a tooth. Makes me think of Jaws in Moonraker.

Taking that a step further, I've seen one person who had his tooth face hollowed-out and filled with gold (I assume it was gold). That's even more creepy. Every time I tried to have a normal conversation with this person, he opened his mouth to speak and suddenly there was a flash of metal winking at me, as if to say "hi there! I'm a little piece of metal stuck to the front of this guy's tooth. Look at me! Stare at me! You can't take your eyes off me!"

And it was right; I found it very hard not to become hypnotized by this tooth in the middle of a conversation.

Welfy

07-19-2000, 06:23 PM

Welfy:
Oh my god! NOBODY else finds those creepy (the "rocking horse" oil pumps) People think I'm completely insane when I mention this fear! What gets me is how surprisingly, eerily quiet they are. Get right up close to one (I know, its asking a lot to approach these creepy things)They just make a little "whhhhrrrr-sssshhhhh-whhhhrrrr-sssshhh". How can a huge metal thing that moves constantly make so little noise?

Rocking horse! That's the perfect description. I'm *so* glad I don't live anywhere near Texas, but we'd drive by, sometimes stop at rest stops, and I'd see those stupid things just swishing away. Freaky!!!

I had enough creepy moments last night to last for ages.

Me and some friends went exploring in this old falling down school. Just as we got inside the school (3 out of 5 of us) we heard this soft persistant hissing sound. Everyone flipped out. I was a little creeped out because none of us knew what it was. It didn't sound like an animal or a machine. It went on for a few minutes. I just held up my hands and started praying for the "evil noise" to go away, and right when I said that, it did. It frightened me. Actually, the whole school frightened me. Auras do that to a person.

Oh yeah, when we were walking down the street, this car kept passing us. It would pass us, turn around, and then pass again. I mean, 4 girls, one guy, come on, as if Matt could have defended us. Finally, we sprinted to a Tic-Toc/7-11 and we jumped inside the door. The car pulled right up to us. This creepy dude asked us where Bessemer was. So we told him. Then he's like, "What are you kids doing out? It's 1 in the morning!" I felt like saying, "Well, why are you following some teenagers in your frickin CAR at 1 in the morning?!" but luckily he drove away before I could say that.

I'll name some more creepy stories later.

Stoid

07-19-2000, 07:04 PM

by the term "very vaguely", which strikes me as completely meaningless in this context.

Rock-n-Rolga

07-19-2000, 07:26 PM

About six years ago I was walking with my sister on our old farm where one of the pastures is bordered by fairly thick and hard to negotiate woods. The ground was kind of soft from recent rains. Suddenly, my sister grabbed my arm and pointed to something on the ground right by the trees. It was a single bare footprint, just a little smaller than ours (women's 8). There were no other footprints in the wet ground and this was nowhere near any houses or a road. Way creepy!

Cervaise

07-19-2000, 07:47 PM

Every time I tried to have a normal conversation with this person, he opened his mouth to speak and suddenly there was a flash of metal winking at me

If you think that's creepy, you should look up Public Enemy rapper Flava Flav sometime. All of his front teeth, top and bottom, are gold-capped. And not only that, but the top teeth say "Flava," and the bottom say "Flav."

Very, very weird.

Vaguely creepy: I can't describe this in detail, lest any of my family members or acquaintainces happen across this and identify themselves. But I accidentally discovered that one of my close relatives is an active member of a very, very strange fetish group. Not something normal, like bondage, or even uncommon/icky, like watersports. No, this stuff is way out there. How out there? You'd have to work hard to find a porn merchant who actually sells the stuff, that's how weird it is. ...Now, I'm all in favor of consenting adults getting themselves off however they want, in their own private domain. I just don't want to know that about any specific individual person, particularly not a relative.

A different kind of creepy:

Several years ago, I visited a friend at the theatre where he was doing a play. They were doing their dress rehearsal; I was just saying howdy. Turns out their assistant house manager person wasn't around, so they needed someone to pull the house lights. This is a really old theatre; the control booth, up at the far back of the balcony, is dusty and cobwebbed, and the light control levers are huge and creaky.

Anyway, they asked me if I'd hang around to pull the lights, and I said sure, I'd get to see the show for free. I'd done shows in this theatre, but I'd never been in the tech booth, so that was another bonus. So I trucked on up to the balcony, checked things out, and waited around for my cue. They flagged me, I dimmed the lights, and then I stepped outside the booth and sat down to watch the show.

Wasn't ten minutes before I started feeling ill. Kind of hard to describe the sensation: Sort of nausea, plus a bit of dizziness or weakness. It came on slowly, but by the twenty-minute mark I had to get up, go down into the mezzanine lobby, and get some water. I felt better almost immediately, so I went back up. I sat where I had been sitting, the inside corner seat right next to the door to the booth.

And again, after a while, I wasn't feeling so hot. I walked around a bit more, felt better, and then it was the end of the first act. I brought up the house lights on cue, and went outside for some fresh air.

Coming back in, I ran into the stage manager. I told him I wasn't sure I'd be sticking around; I was fine an hour ago, but my stomach's bothering me, not sure what's going on, I might have to leave.

He glanced up into the balcony, and said, "You weren't sitting in the director's chair, were you?"

I didn't know what he meant. "What?"

"Where were you sitting?"

I pointed up into the balcony and indicated my seat.

"Oh, no wonder," said the stage manager. "That's the director's chair. We usually block it off for performances, because the director doesn't let people sit there."

"I don't get it," I said, looking for the director.

"Oh, not the director of the show," said the stage manager. "We just call him that. He's a ghost. Anybody who sits in that seat gets ill if they stay there fifteen minutes or so."

"Ah."

"Just move to a different seat. You'll be fine."

I did, and I was.

Spooky...

Zoing

07-20-2000, 12:15 AM

"The guy who sat down across from me on the Paris Métro and began to draw me."
I like to draw people. Usually they don't notice. But if they only knew I was staring at them, not realizing that I was drawing them...
Is it really that creepy?!
Dang.
I'd better say something I find creepy as well.
Oh - my friends and I talk about the oddest, most random things, down to tiny little insignificant nothings that bother or please us. But one thing that I've never heard *any*one talk about is the noise of the AC/heating. It's such an obvious noise, especially during great spans of silence, but no one even mentions it.
But that's probably just me.

Welfy

07-20-2000, 12:22 AM

I hate that all the window in the drawing room have no curtains (this is where the computer is that I'm always at). It's hard because I'm such a night owl, so I'm always out here late at night. It's so dark. I think ever since my brother scratched that stupid stick across the window I've been too scared to be in here so late.

The deer head in our barn creeps me out, too. It's HUGE. I keep thinking that it's going to turn its head and try to bite me. When I'm alone with it sometimes I scream at it.

Umm...

Zoing

07-20-2000, 12:30 AM

Welfy, ever seen Evil Dead 2? It's got a laughing moose head in it...

CarmenLucia

07-20-2000, 12:33 AM

Originally posted by xizor
One time, I was picking up the phone to call a friend, and there was no dial tone, I said "hello" and he was already there, going "hey man what's up?". He had called me but I had picked up the phone before it ever rang to call him. That was creepy.

That is very creepy. It happened to me once too. I was going to call one of my friends to see if she could go out, and I picked up the phone to dial, and I heard her mom say hello....now that is freaky.

neutron star

07-20-2000, 01:01 AM

But I accidentally discovered that one of my close relatives is an active member of a very, very strange fetish group.

Awww, come on! You can't say something like that and not provide details. That's cruel :)

Another thing I find creepy : those minivan commercials with the family of people who all have dog's heads. I find it very disturbing. Most people I've talked to agree.

Boris B

07-20-2000, 12:04 PM

My coworkers listen to commercial radio. The average playlist at local radio stations is 1.8 songs. After I've heard a song for the hundredth time in a day, I am very often overcome by fear and loathing and shout out some kind of cosmic protest.

The really creepy thing is that my coworkers always have a good enough memory of what the radio has played, that they can always correct me if we haven't already heard that song that day. I mean, I though these radio stations were designed for the deaf or something, or people whose memories were short enough to not notice that the playlist had recently been reduced from 1.8 to 1.3 songs. But these people actually listen, and remember!

Creepy.

Gunslinger

07-20-2000, 12:25 PM

Strange how the documentary-type TV shows (like In Search Of) about sasquatch, aliens, Jersey devil, etc. always come on right after dark...

Notice that you only see the really weird sh!t when you don't have a camera with you?

Creepy stuff:
Ocasionally at night (while we're still up, 11:00 or so) my dog (Dachshund) will suddenly stare at the front door. That's all, just sit there 3 feet from the door and stare at it. And growl. Not a "mean" growl, but a low, menacing, [i]evil[/]-sounding growl. When I open the door, the dog runs and hides in the kitchen. I look out, and there's nothing there.

When we were little, sometimes I'd spend the night at my cousin's house, kind of out in the woods. There's nothing creepier than hearing a cougar scream in the middle of the night.

Not really creepy, but interesting:
Before I was born, when this area was more woods than houses, something flew over my parents' house. It was late at night, and the something was as wide as the yard (200 feet) and so low that the tops of the pine trees were whipping back and forth. It was all black, and triangular in shape. The engines were so loud that the windows were rattling, dust fallig from the ceilings, etc. Everybody called the local airport, who said they didn't see anything on radar. My parents' house is pretty much directly in line with the 10,000-foot main runway af Gregg County airport, where a lot of military planes do practice landings.

5 years later, when the US Government admitted the existance of the B-2 stealth bomber, my dad said that's exactly what the thing looked like.

Gunslinger

07-20-2000, 12:30 PM

Strange how the documentary-type TV shows (like In Search Of) about sasquatch, aliens, Jersey devil, etc. always come on right after dark...

Notice that you only see the really weird sh!t when you don't have a camera with you?

Creepy stuff:
Ocasionally at night (while we're still up, 11:00 or so) my dog (Dachshund) will suddenly stare at the front door. That's all, just sit there 3 feet from the door and stare at it. And growl. Not a "mean" growl, but a low, menacing, evil-sounding growl. When I open the door, the dog runs and hides in the kitchen. I look out, and there's nothing there.

When we were little, sometimes I'd spend the night at my cousin's house, kind of out in the woods. There's nothing creepier than hearing a cougar scream in the middle of the night.

Not really creepy, but interesting:
Before I was born, when this area was more woods than houses, something flew over my parents' house. It was late at night, and the something was as wide as the yard (200 feet) and so low that the tops of the pine trees were whipping back and forth. It was all black, and triangular in shape. The engines were so loud that the windows were rattling, dust fallig from the ceilings, etc. Everybody called the local airport, who said they didn't see anything on radar. My parents' house is pretty much directly in line with the 10,000-foot main runway af Gregg County airport, where a lot of military planes do practice landings.

5 years later, when the US Government admitted the existance of the B-2 stealth bomber, my dad said that's exactly what the thing looked like.

Nacho4Sara

07-20-2000, 12:35 PM

Ya want creepy?

I was reading this last night, 2 am. All alone. In the basement. After watching "Stigmata" at a friend's house. The show I was not really watching ended so I started flipping the channels as I was reading about deserted fenced-in enclaves in Neveda. So I flip through and come to the image of a yellowed screen, with an old man in pajamas with dead eyes moving closwer and closer to the camera...everything was yellow and there was some freaky voice in the background. I looked at the computer screen, looked back at the tv, turned it off and ran upstairs. Good night!

Ok, on a different note...When we first moved into the house I have now, I noticed a doorway under the steps leading to the basement. The door had a lock from the outside that's not engaged. Curious, I opened it and found a crawlspace. And then I noticed a child's handprints on the inside of the door. I mean, how did that happen? Who looked a small child in there? Eerie...especially since the door is like ten feet away from me right now.

Also creepy...have you ever just completely lost something? Like it was swallowed by a black hole? This has happened to me twice...When I was 8, I had this red keychain shaped like a backpack that I kept change in. Well, I tripped down the steps heading to the kitchen with that keychain, and dropped it. I searched for hours, with my brother and grandmother, and never found it. It just disappeared. Another time, when I was 12, I was very sick with food poisening for a week. I took off my Shark watch, placed it on the bedstand, and never saw it again. I mean, where can this stuff go?

Just wondering.

One more thing...Neutron Star, you astound me. If that happened to me, 1. I would not have yelled hello, I would have run away, and 2. I would not have crawled under the fence. Just keep running.

I think the story about the leg in the VW van take the cake for creepiest. That and the forehead print on the window. Eeesh.

Gunslinger

07-20-2000, 01:20 PM

Damn double posts. Could somebody please delete the one at the bottom of page 2?

Originally posted by Gunslinger
Strange how the documentary-type TV shows (like In Search Of) about sasquatch, aliens, Jersey devil, etc. always come on right after dark...

Estrella

07-20-2000, 02:21 PM

Someone mentioned something about a cabdriver and it brought back one of the creepiest experiences I've ever had:

I'm in fairly big metropolitan city. It was a weekend night at around 11 or so and I'm heading to a bar far uptown. I hail a cab, jump in and like any jaded citygirl just say where I'm going. The cabdriver starts to drive and...

The first thing I notice is that there is something in his front seat, not sure if it was a small TV or a small boombox but I hear, quite loudly and distinctly:
Young Male voice: I've never done this before.
Young Woman's voice: (Naughty giggle) Well, everyone has to try it at least once. (Or words to that effect, y'all know the scenario, or at least the dialogue).
Smack! Smack! (A whip? Her hands? I don't know nor want to.)

At this point (it was only 15 seconds or so), I have that sinking feeling in my stomach and I flip. And I realize that not only is he playing some wierd porn while I'm in the back but that he's missed 5th Street where he was supposed to turn and is now racing in the opposite direction that I want to go! "Excuse me!" I yell and he turns the thing down or stops it (maybe he forgot it was on that loud, who knows?). I make him pull over right away, I throw a $5 at him and I get out, shaking quite a bit, mostly from shock, a little bit from fear.

When you live in big city, you never think twice about being a single female jumping into cabs at random hours, but that one time sure was a reality check.

Tally-Ho

07-21-2000, 11:42 AM

Couple of creepy stories for you.

One time, when I was 12, I came home from school and found a note from my mom. She'd gone to the grocery store and would be back shortly. No problem there since she did that pretty ofter. What was creepy was a few minutes later. I'm in the bathroom, fussing with my hair, when I hear keys in the front door, the door opening, closing, and paper bags being set down on the table. Figuring my mom was home I yelled "Hi Mom" so she would know I has there and went back to messing with my hair. I came out of the bathroom two minutes later and no one was there! No mom, no paper bags, no nothing. Mom came home an hour later. Creepy. She didn't believe me either.

More recently, the guest bathroom in my father-in-law's house creeps me out. He bought the place a few years ago and considering that he is a confirmed bachelor type, has probably never cleaned that bathroom the entire time he's lived there. As if that weren't creepy enough, there are these small red-brown blotches and stains on the wall near the toilet. Every time I go in there my overactive imagination is positive the stains are dried blood and I can't help wondering what went on in there before he bought the place.

bovary

07-21-2000, 12:29 PM

Just a couple weeks ago I walked upstairs to take something to my room and heard my mom say hi, so I said hi back and so on, we had a normal get home from work 45 second conversation while I was putting my stuff away.

Then I walk downstairs and my sister and mom ask me who I was talking to. There was nobody upstairs.

It kinda creeped me out.

Zinger

07-21-2000, 05:57 PM

Is it odd that bearded men freak me out??? It just can't help wondering what they're hiding in there.

John Bredin

07-21-2000, 06:03 PM

According to the front page of the Chicago Sun-Times a couple of days ago, a company is selling limited-edition pens for over $1000 containing the DNA of Abraham Lincoln. Mind you, not an actual piece of Honest Abe, like a hair or a fingernail clipping, but DNA replicated from DNA extracted from an Old Abe hair.

Without ever seeing this website, a friend of mine upon reading that story called the whole thing "vaguely creepy." (BTW, isn't THAT itself vaguely creepy? Or at least a funny coincidence.)

Miss Gretchen

07-21-2000, 06:22 PM

Man, I love this creepy thread.

Once when I was about ten or twelve I was at my aunt & uncle's place in Prince Edward Island. They lived by a potato field which was bordered on one side by a forest. One evening, I was walking along the border between the field and the forest. The sun was fairly low in the sky, but still quite bright. The sun was pretty much shining directly into the forest, but it was completely dark in there. The first row or two of trees were bright in the sunlight, but it was almost pitch black just a few feet into the forest. It was almost like a black curtain had been pulled across just behind the first few trees. Suddenly, I got this incredibly intense feeling that someone (something?) that I couldn't see was watching me. I just went completely cold and was filled with pure terror for no apparent reason. I turned around and sprinted back to my aunt's backyard. I'm going back to PEI next week, maybe I should take a walk in the woods and see if it'll still creep me out?

In south Calgary, there is an old tower-type thing that's about 6 or 7 stories high that was part of a convent or something. For some reason, just looking at it creeps me out. It is a fairly harmless looking building, but something about it gives me a weird vibe.

Maybe I'm just crazy.

The Ryan

07-21-2000, 10:24 PM

Originally posted by mega the roo
I spent Friday night at my brother's apartment, and the whole time I could hear train cars being loaded, in the distance.

THAT was creepy.

That doesn't sound very creepy. Or is this a euphanism that I'm not familiar with?

You know what I find vaguely creepy? On bottles of Clearasil is the claim that there are "over 101 uses" for it.

Gunslinger

07-21-2000, 11:40 PM

Originally posted by The Ryan

You know what I find vaguely creepy? On bottles of Clearasil is the claim that there are "over 101 uses" for it.

I'm pretty sure it means there's 101 applications' worth in the bottle, but it is preety vague wording...

Kepi

07-24-2000, 12:32 AM

OK. So, I've got WinAmp up and I've loaded a playlist of about 60 songs. I've set it on shuffle play and I've been listening for about an hour. I'm getting ready to shut WinAmp down and call it a night. Sheryl Crow's Everyday Is A Winding Road is playing and I say to myself, "I'll see what WinAmp picks to play after this song and if it isn't something I want to hear right now, I'm going to select Radiohead's Creep." So the Sheryl Crow song ends, and what do you think WinAmp chooses to play next?

You guessed it. Creep. So I say to myself, "Just a coincidence. I'll see what it picks after Creep. If I don't like it, I'm selecting Madonna's Beautiful Stranger." The next randomly selected song to play?

Uh-huh. Beautiful Stranger. OK. Once is a coincidence. Twice is just creepy.

So I say to myself, "If Tonic's If You Could Only See plays next, I'm turning on all the lights and I'm staying up all night."

Thankfully, the next random selection was Matchbox Twenty.

I'm going to bed now.

Speaker for the Dead

07-24-2000, 02:57 AM

I know another thing that's vaguely creepy: my cats seem to have an infinite amount of fur. You can literally brush them for an hour and when you're done you'll still be getting brushfulls of hair each swipe. This is only on their backs, tho...

Catfood Purrito

07-24-2000, 08:16 PM

When I was in junior high, I used to sleep with the radio going. So, I'm lying in bed reading prior to shutting off the lights and going to bed, and this Boyz II Men (did I spell that right?) song is playing. All of a sudden, the song cuts out and is replaced by this odd, spooky chanting. Then, after a few seconds, the song came back. It still freaks me out when I think about it...

Welfy

07-24-2000, 08:35 PM

Originally posted by The Ryan

You know what I find vaguely creepy? On bottles of Clearasil is the claim that there are "over 101 uses" for it.

Man...mine only says "65+ uses" on it. I must have gotten the generic kind.

It made the salad so greasy!

*wanders off to put Clearasil on her squeaky bicycle brakes*

Welfy

07-24-2000, 09:16 PM

Okay, I'm starting to think that I'm vaguely creepy because I probably have the most posts in this thread. Life just keeps on getting creepier and creepier!

I just witnessed on tv an elephant being killed by electrocution. I guess it was an elephant at Coney Island that killed three people. They tied these electrodes to its feet, then it just stood there really calmly until all this smoke appeared by its feet. Then BAM, it just slumps over like that.

Reminds me of the dream I had where I saw some torture device that resembled an astronaut's helmet being used on some person and their head exploded...ughughugh.

goaheadcaller

07-24-2000, 11:22 PM

Actually this is wayyyy creepy.
Before I went back to college I worked on an ambulance for three years. Over the years, I guess I stored up a lot of trauma in my brain and I would sometimes have nightmares.

The worst was this re-occurring nightmare in which I was lying in bed. In the dream I was awoken by someone tapping on my bedroom window. When I asked who was there a voice always said, "you know who it is, open the window." When I opened the window it was always someone who had either died on my ambulance, or was dead when I got there. Sometimes it was a whole crowd of them outside the window. This always scared the shit out of me so much that I would wake up and here is the waaaay creepy part. While I was having this dream, I would sleep walk over to the window, so that when I woke up, I wouldn't know if there were really dead people outside the window or not and I'd have to look.

One time my exgirlfriend saw this dream and said I said my lines out loud. Creeped her out big time.

I just re-read this and realized I sound psycho, but a lot of my friends from those days have similar kind of dreams, it was a hard job and it's why I don't do it any more.

pepperlandgirl

07-25-2000, 12:04 AM

A couple years ago when I was just friends with my BF, I realized I was falling in love with him. I was at work, and a country station was playing a Garth Brooks song, and my friend said "You have to tell him how you feel tonight."
Me:"Uh, are you crazy? NO!"
Her: "Yes, he might feel the same about you."
Me: "Ok, if "If Tomorrow Never Comes" plays on the radio before we leave for tonight,I'll tell him." Now, I said that for two reasons. 1) We were closing in less than an hour, and a Garth Brooks song was already playing and 2) IF they decide to play another Garth Brooks song, the chances were like 1 in 200 that it would be "If Tomorrow Never Comes"
So, we closed up the restaurant, and I was finishing up just as she walked out the door. I said "Guess I..." and before I could say anything else, guess what song came on the radio.
That's right, "If Tomorrow Never Comes."
I told him that night, and I'm sure glad I did. =)

Guinastasia

07-25-2000, 07:26 PM

betenoir-just a quick question-did you ever visit the Smile and Act Nice board?

Anyhoo, here are a few of mine....

When you're half asleep and then all of a sudden you jerk awake, very quickly-always scares the living shit out of me.

Or when you're turning over in bed, and you're half asleep, and you feel like you're falling.

After spending an entire day at an amusement park, when you go to bed, does anyone else feel as if you're still on the ride?

One friday, I walked home with my friend to her place, like we did every friday when there was a home game. Well, her mother had rented Fire in the Sky. We watched it, and then later on we walked back to the game. Walking home, we would always cut through this driveway right near the school. AT night, it's pitch black until you reach the road and the street lamps. Well, we were walking, holding hands, because we couldn't see, and we were still creeped out from the movie. Then, all of a sudden, my friend screams! I screamed, and then I pulled away, tripping her. We ran back to the school and called her dad to come pick us up!

There was this guy I became friends with at work, thinking he seemed okay, other than the fact he seemed to like me as more than a friend. Okay, fine. Well, he was very insecure, and had a LOT of mental problems. Which should've tipped me off, but hey, I don't like to dump people as friends. Well, little by little, I got the feeling this guy isn't all there, as he gets soooo moody and possessive, I mean, he'd get pissed if I did something without him, or didn't feel like talking, or whatever. Plus, he was all touchy feely-which I am NOT-and he's always like, oh, you're such a great person, you're so nice, you're so wonderfu. Which started to get on my nerves, because when he said it, it was like, "and I'm a nobody...why are you even hanging around me...you're my only reason to live..." um...okay.
THEN, I find out he wrote a letter to his Ex, whom he hated with a passion since she dumped him. A really nasty letter about her burning in hell and her family called the police. Okay, fine.
THEN, I found out he'd been taken to the hospital in the middle of the night after pulling a knife on his dad...oookkaaay...
WEll, one time, I had to study for a test, and he insisted on calling, and when I said I couldn't talk, he became EXTREMELY pissed and raging, so I hung up on him. And he kept calling. And calling, and I'd just pick up the phone and hang it up.
So it stopped and we relaxed. THEN, my mom heard a car pull up out front. Shit, it's him!
So I went upstairs, sobbing, while my sister is hugging me, and my mom and dad stayed downstairs. My mom talked to him through the door, telling him to leave, she refused to let him in, and he would NOT go away. My dad was like, call the cops, call the cops, call the cops!
Finally, he agreed to leave, and we called and left a message on his machine for his parents.
And as he's leaving he's moaning and screaming like, aaaghhhhh.,..agghhhh...it was sooo creepy!
I was terrified at work until he moved away!
(If he hadn't been moving, I probably would've gotten a restraining order against the bastard!)

jamshid

07-31-2000, 09:00 PM

When I lived in Chicago, I went to the Marshall Field's downtown. While shopping, I had to go to the bathroom. There was a guy in the men's room who was just standing there, watching guys use the urinals. He was STARING. I'm still freaked out by it.

Originally posted by Annie-Xmas
On my desk at work I have a little plastic thingy
with three tiny drawers in it. I use it to hold
paper clips, staples, etc. A woman who works in
my office takes the drawers out and leaves
them on my desk whenever she walks by. This has
been for two years. I ask her not to do it, or
tell me why she does it, but she doesn't answer
me and continues to do it.

Weird?

Annie--maybe your co-worker is obsessive-compulsive, or has a really minor touch of Tourette's (sp?) syndrome.

barking frog

08-01-2000, 03:36 PM

Not too creepy, but vaguely creepy.

The picture outside of my room of a owl, nice picture, frame, etc, it always leans off to the right after a day. It is perfectly balanced, i've put a balancer on it, i've put it far left, and it still leans right after a day or so.

The sounds I hear at night. Every night at 3:30AM, if I am awake, I hear a watch. It seems to sound very close to me nomatter which room I sleep in, living room, family room, guest room, master, etc. The only watch I have is broken, and accounted for.

The other sounds at night, which can be described as those "crackling" and crunching sounds from the computer, desk, walls, floors, tv, etc.

About a week ago, nice day outside, am just reading my e-mail, and all of a sudden my computer and cable modem just restart. The monitor, tv, my clock, and (caller ID) phone that were all attached to the same powerbar/outlet didnt restart/reset. The computer downstairs also turned off, but the monitor was still on (green light - not amber); but earlier I had only turned the monitor off, and left the computer on. That was vaguely creepy.

barking frog

08-01-2000, 03:46 PM

Oh yes, i've always wondered about this, this to me is very vaguely creepy.

When sitting in bed sometimes, just after a hard day and the sun is still out, I lay on my stomach, I close my eyes. For some reason I just think about "slipping" on mud, and my feet suddenly react if I was slipping on mud (the back and forth jerky reaction). Some other times, while just laying down, i'll think about being hit on the knee (sometimes not), I feel my knee jerk, I open my eyes, and i'm not sure if it actually happened. Physically and mentally i'm pretty sure it happened, but my cat usually sleeps right on my legs (when this happens), and if this happened it would surely knock the cat to the floor or at the very least wake it - but when I open my eyes its in deep sleep.

red_dragon60

08-01-2000, 04:53 PM

Originally posted by Guinastasia

After spending an entire day at an amusement park, when you go to bed, does anyone else feel as if you're still on the ride?

I have this problem when I fly on planes. If I close my eyes, I can feel myself taking off, like my body is being gently moved. Very weird.

Originally posted by Ian Fan
Oh yes, i've always wondered about this, this to me is very vaguely creepy.

When sitting in bed sometimes, just after a hard day and the sun is still out, I lay on my stomach, I close my eyes. For some reason I just think about "slipping" on mud, and my feet suddenly react if I was slipping on mud (the back and forth jerky reaction). Some other times, while just laying down, i'll think about being hit on the knee (sometimes not), I feel my knee jerk, I open my eyes, and i'm not sure if it actually happened. Physically and mentally i'm pretty sure it happened, but my cat usually sleeps right on my legs (when this happens), and if this happened it would surely knock the cat to the floor or at the very least wake it - but when I open my eyes its in deep sleep.

If I fall asleep into the weird dream phase while in cars, I sometimes realize it's a dream in the dream and want to wake up. I think that I want to get a drink, use the restroom, or watch TV. Then I open my eyes and I am always astounded that I am in a car.

If I stay asleep in the car, I always wake up 2 minutes before we arrive where we were going. I never figured that out.

Also, I just found a document on the computer that had this passage from the Necronomicon that I don't remember writing down:

That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.

Guinastasia

08-01-2000, 08:36 PM

We have a tree right outside my window...and before my neighbor trimmed the branches, it used to scrape against the roof at night and it SOUNDED like someone was walking in our attic. I slept with the radio on for two years just to block it out. Even when I KNEW what it was it was freaky.

Welfy

08-01-2000, 09:10 PM

I went to my friend Ray's house last night. He's one of those guys that has his room in the basement. It was my first time in there, and his whole room to me was creepy. Dragon and vampires and skull things everywhere. And in the corner was this HUGE BLACK COFFIN. It wasn't a real one, it looked like it was made of cardboard or something, but it freaked me out. I was tempted to open it and see what was inside but I didn't venture near it.

When we went to Kings, we realized that we were the only ones there besides the people working (well, who else would be strange enough to be at Kings at 3:30am?). Then we looked back into the back room and saw this strange-looking guy sitting in the corner by himself. He had his eyes on us. I'm glad that we left soon after that.

barking frog

08-02-2000, 12:28 AM

Originally posted by Speaker for the Dead
I know another thing that's vaguely creepy: my cats seem to have an infinite amount of fur. You can literally brush them for an hour and when you're done you'll still be getting brushfulls of hair each swipe. This is only on their backs, tho...

Same thing happens with my cats, asked in the GQ but no one seems to know what the problem is.. creepy.. :D

MamaHen

08-02-2000, 01:24 AM

Creepy things always happen to me, if you met my husband you would understand why (insert canned laughter here) But seriously, when I was in the 8th grade a boy moved into our area and for some reason he really freaked me out. He for some reason reminded me of the man who had molested me and my sister when I was 6. The boy though looked nothing like the molester, he just freaked me out. I refused to be alone with him and if he touched me I felt like I should go take a shower. The boy, his name was Lee, was real nice and of course took up with my crowd and there seemed to be nothing odd about him but honestly I couldn't stand him. Well, sure enough I was reading in the paper about 4 years ago and he had been arrested for molesting young girls. It's like I knew he had it in him even way back then.
When I was 20 and married to my first husband, we came into some money and decided to go out and eat at a nice restaurant. Our favorite expensive place to eat was Luigi's which had the world's best Italian food. We got there and for some reason I just got goosebumps and chills up my spine. I told my then husband that I changed my mind and would rather not go in. We argued and at last we left. I was crying by that time because I had such a weird feeling. About an hour later a friend called asking for a ride from a place just up the street from Luigi's. When I got there I saw cop cars, tv reporters and ambulances in front of Luigi's. Turns out some guy went nuts, went into the restaurant and killed the owner and several members of the family who worked there.
I've since figured out to trust my gut instinct. Too many times I get those creepy feelings and sure enough, something weird happens.

Myron Van Horowitzski

08-02-2000, 12:58 PM

Reading about these weird night things just made me remember what happened to me last night. I was sound asleep, on my side with one arm under my head, the other hanging over my side, with both palms flat on the bed fingertip to fingertip. (I figured this out later)

Anyway, I vaguely remember lifting my head off the pillow because I was hearing something, like PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT. In a haze, I looked down and saw that my hands were going up and down one at time, patting the mattress. Even after I figured out what the noise was, I still kept patting. Then I put my head down and went back to sleep.

The funny thing is, I probably wouldn't have remembered this at all if we hadn't just been talking about such things. Weird.

Gravity

08-02-2000, 05:29 PM

Since I was a teen I've had these nightmares that are very similar, though the exact situations change every time. An example:

First: I wake up and look at the clock. It's 2 AM, and I'm really thirsty. I get up and go to the refrigerator to get something to drink. Everything is normal, there is absolutely no sign that I'm dreaming. I pour a glass of milk, and stand there drinking it, when I feel something behind me in the kitchen. My back is to the room and I can feel something big and dark watching me. When I get up I never turn on the lights, it's so dark in the kitchen that you can *feel* it in front of you like fog. suddenly in the darkness I catch just the glimmer of eyes...about 6 or 7 feet off the floor. I drop the glass and try to run for the bedroom, but just inches away from the doorway It grabs me, and I can feel it's claws and hear it breathe...

Second: ...And then I wake up, safe in my bed with a start. Breathing heavy, heart hammering, all the normal things that you would expect. I look at the clock. Still the middle of the night. I relax back into bed, just happy to be awake. I think about the dream that I just had, and say to myself "gee...In the dream I was at my mom's house...I should have realized I was dreaming. That was dumb." I roll over on the bed, and realize that my hand is in something wet and cold. I open my eyes again and strain to see what it could be, and in the faint light I can only see that it's dark. I reach over to turn on the light with my dry hand, not knowing what it could be. The light clicks on, and I see a pool of blood on my bed...and more on the floor, and the walls...probably a gallon of what is most definately blood splashed around most violently. I freeze in stomach-clenching terror with my hand still on the lamp. Then I hear a very soft sound from under the bed...

Third: ...And I sit bolt upright in bed, gasping. The first thing that I do is make sure that there is no blood, then I lay back, breathing heavy and still absolutely terrorized by that horrible dream. I calm down for about 10 minutes, then I start to analyze the dream. "I don't even have a bedside lamp...that really should have tipped me off...I'm so silly." I'm quite wide awake from the nightmare, so I get up to do some reading. "There's no way that I'll be able to go back to sleep tonight. That was just too creepy." I pull out a book and turn on the light, settling in for some nice soothing reading, but there's something that strikes me as not quite right...the 'nightmare feeling' creeps up on me slowly, and I don't quite realize when it began, but I know that something is very badly wrong. Unable to help myself, I quietly close my book and pad to the door. I listen intently, barely breathing, but hear nothing. I ease the door open a crack...and it's pulled open fully by sharp-nailed fingers that wedge themselves between the door and the frame. Right in front of me I see something hideous...and I'd let it in. If I hadn't opened the door, it would have at least taken a little longer to know that I was there. I look at it and I know that It's going to kill me. I look into it's eyes...

...and I wake up, shivering in my bed.

This time I'm really awake. Everything is really fine, but I can't bring myself to quite believe it fully. I have lain awake after one of these dreams for a full hour, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for the monster, or the disaster, or the feeling of not-right to show itself.
It's a really terrible feeling when you don't know if you're asleep or awake. If the things that are happening to you are really happening or if you'll just wake up again.
In the end, I have to treat each of these dreams as if it were happening in reality, because if the one I'm in is reality and I don't run from the monster then I'll be killed for real. It may be a holdover from childhood, but I've never really believed that monsters don't exist in real life, so it's not as easy as saying 'if that is a monster then I must be dreaming.'

So: Gut-wrenching terror at the time, vaguely creepy when I think about them. Thank goodness that I don't have them more than once every year or two.

K.

Grim_Beaker

08-02-2000, 06:02 PM

I used to work with a guy whose wife had delivered a stillborn child (sad I know... read on...). They took the body to a professional photographer and had him take pictures of the baby in lifelike poses... theres a poster size framed picture of that dead baby hanging above the headboard of their bed.

::shudder::

barking frog

08-02-2000, 10:30 PM

Gravity, I suggest you look into lucid dreaming.. you can find lots of websites on the net to achieve lucidity and it probably will help alot.

This also may be hard, because you are still semi-concious and can't remember this when it matters, but next time you wake up from the first dream, say to yourself that it is still a dream. If you can just say those words, most likely, 95%, that you will then have a lucid dream. Do whatever the heck you want afterwards, imagine the blood is piss (just so if you had any uncertainty you now KNOW its a dream :D), imagine the bed gone, look at that thing under the bed, analyze it, kick its ass, try to wake up, and write down what you saw (keep a paper&pencil next to your bed first), and of course if the paper isnt there still imagine it as if you are still inside the nightmare.

FairyChatMom

08-03-2000, 01:49 PM

Shortly after we were married, my husband and I were driving across the Hart Bridge - one of the five that cross the St. Johns River in Jacksonville. Part of the way across, I was suddenly seized with a kind of panic - an overwhelming sense that we should not have been on that bridge. Almost immediately, he expressed a similar feeling... then we were on the other side and the sensation passed. Being engineers,we tried to analyze the event, but there was no logical explanation, and it was years before we crossed that particular bridge again. I still get a creepy feeling thinking back to that day.

cher3

08-03-2000, 01:58 PM

Part of my regular walk route takes me through a national cemetery. Yesterday I looked down and noticed, next to one of the headstones, a crumpled rubber surgical glove. Just one.

Vaguely creepy.

UnderDog

08-03-2000, 06:05 PM

Creepy True Story...

This goes beyond 'a little creeped out'...

The Feeling:
The creepy feeling you get after you realize you were sitting right next to a serial killer.. a few months after the fact.

Story:
My wife and I went to Yosemite last year and stayed at the CEDAR LODGE. At the time, there was a national news story about 3 women who had disappeared who had stayed there.

At the time, the bodies of the women had not been found and it wasn't even sure they were dead, just missing. Although, we all kinda thought that would end up being the case.

Well, we were eating in the Cedar Lodge Restaurant (if you go, skip it... NOT GOOD EATING) and kind of darkly joking that we could be being watched by a serial killer. Or we could be next "oooo..." just trying to creep each other out. (A creepy past time of ours...)

Well, there was a lone diner there sitting near us who kept looking over at us. I KNOW he over heard us because although creepy at the time, we decided we might be disturbing the person and changed the subject to something less disturbing. He stayed there taking a long time to eat his dinner and he seemed to know the people working in the restaurant but was not very friendly with them.

It turns out, I think that guy was the Serial Killer. I can't vouch that I'm 100% certain except that when his picture came up on the news weeks later the guys face was a crystal clear as any memory. They caught him after he decapitated another woman in the area. I don't know if it's a trick of memory or not but it bugs me. I know it was him and at the time he gave me a weird feeling.

BTW, I'm not a cop but have police training in remembering physical descriptions and a very good memory.

I sometimes wonder if anything would have happened differently if I'd made an anonymous call saying I saw this guy in the restaurant, if it might have been the missing clue they needed or put the heat on the guy so the last woman would have been saved. I had NO reason to really do this at the time, but you tend to play the 'woulda/shoulda/coulda' game in situations like this.

Names withheld on purpose. Don't want this scumbag to get his name in lights anymore than to fry his butt and the victim's privacy is important to me. (A pet peeve of mine is when they broadcast the names of victims of a tragedy on the news... that's not news!)

-UnderDog
--------------------------------
When Criminals in this world appear
And Break the Laws that they should fear
A Cry Goes Out Both Far and Near for
UNDERDOG! UNDERDOG!

Scupper

08-03-2000, 07:10 PM

The feeling I get, every once in a while, of unreality. Like the world is some complicated illusion. Kinda Matrix-y, kinda Breakfast of Champions-y. Like I'm going to look somewhere suddenly and the world won't be ready yet.

Finding notebooks or pieces of paper with my handwriting on them that I have no recollection of writing. Especially when the writing is very good and I wonder how I could have written it.

Guinastasia

08-03-2000, 07:35 PM

This is VERY vaguely creepy, but when you're eating macaroni and cheese, or spaghetti, and the noodles aren't cooked all the way...and you crunch down on one...EW!!!!!

ShamaFrog

08-03-2000, 07:49 PM

Oddly enough I was just ahving a conversation about this...vaguely creepy.
Creepy thing: CANNED orange juice. it's just not right.

Whammo

08-03-2000, 08:21 PM

Originally posted by Grim_Beaker
I used to work with a guy whose wife had delivered a stillborn child (sad I know... read on...). They took the body to a professional photographer and had him take pictures of the baby in lifelike poses... theres a poster size framed picture of that dead baby hanging above the headboard of their bed.

::shudder::

Oh. My. God. You lie!

Guinastasia

08-03-2000, 08:27 PM

Actually, about 100 years ago, such a thing was VERY common.
Mortuary photographs and such.
I did know a family that had one stillborn child, and had a SMALL picture of him...but not a large one...
Still...it's very creepy.

Welfy

08-03-2000, 08:51 PM

Originally posted by Guinastasia
Actually, about 100 years ago, such a thing was VERY common.
Mortuary photographs and such.
I did know a family that had one stillborn child, and had a SMALL picture of him...but not a large one...
Still...it's very creepy.

I mentioned a "picture of a dead baby" in my first "Vaguely Creepy" post. It creeped me out, too, only this picture was very old and not very big.

[i]Originally posted by Scupper[i][B}Finding notebooks or pieces of paper with my handwriting on them that I have no recollection of writing. Especially when the writing is very good and I wonder how I could have written it.[/B]

Hehe, this happened to me a few times. Just recently, our school district newsletter came in and my mother was flipping through it. She found a poem written by me. I remembered writing the poem and was slightly surprised that it was in there. Then she said, "Erin, you wrote such an excellent article on Prom!" and showed it to me. I had no memory of writing it though I know I did since the writing style was mine. Still, it was odd. I felt like I was reading someone else's work.

Mammie

08-03-2000, 10:09 PM

I find it creepy when driving along and notice a shoe laying along the edge of the road...just one shoe. Something about that bothers me.

Having a very dangerous, sick person tell you to step closer so they can rip your windpipe out. I had done nothing to this person...was just doing my job. That was a little creepy.

Also, when I was young, a family lived just 5 houses from us and they were just regular people. During the same week both their son and daughter totally freaked out..no drugs involved and both had to be put in mental hospitals. Neither of them had mental problems until that week.

I am enjoying this topic a LOT. :)

Rosebud

08-03-2000, 10:26 PM

Earlier in the thread, Welfy mentioned the deer head in her barn. My grandparents had one of those in their garage, which they used more for the storage of old, broken stuff they didn't want anymore. It was above the door, so you had to walk in under it... hated it!

Related creepy tale: Couple of months ago, the BF and I went to the Westchester County Fair. As we're meandering along, we come across this tent containing a mechanical bull and nothing else. But it wasn't your ordinary mechanical bull-- it had a real, stuffed cow head and hide attached to it, to add to the experience. It appeared to be a Holstein.

Now, I'm not fond of taxidermy anyway, but this was just plain disturbing. We could tell from a slight distance-- and I wasn't going any closer, because it was just horrible to look at-- that it was ratty, the eyes were crooked, and it had this dead look that I always kinda thought taxidermy was supposed to avoid. You know, go for a life-like, if perpetually frozen, pose, instead of a dazed, just got hit with the mallet look. Way to add to the carnival atmosphere! Let's stick parts of a dead cow on our ride and see how many people wanna try it!

There wasn't one single person in line to ride this creepy thing. The look on its face is still giving me chills...

vertigo

08-03-2000, 10:36 PM

I can't believe no one has mentioned this one yet..., CLOWNS!

Sheesh! they creep me out. And to make matters worse, when I was younger, we had a particularly evil clown living right under our noses.

When I was about 17 my younger sister had a clown that she kept sitting on her desk along with a bunch of other clown knicknacks. It was about the size of a cat and had one of those perpetually creepy smiles cemented on its demonic face (hey, they're evil, remember?). Anyhoot..., that year an especially creepy (but, enjoyable nonetheless) movie came out - Poltergeist. Now, I like a scary movie as much as the next guy..., maybe more, even. But no quick brush with the Grim Reaper would prepare me for the horror that I would see while clutching my Mike 'N Ikes and a Super Sized Mt. Dew....

As I watched the eerie suspense with bated anticipation, the little boy in the film goes to sleep in the watchful glare of Satan's own maple tree. As the tree begins to scratch at the window, beckoning the boy to come closer...., who should come up from underneath the bed to begin strangling our little friend....?

...but that SAME CLOWN WE HAD SITTING IN MY SISTER'S BEDROOM BACK HOME!!

Yikes! it still gives me the willies just thinking about it.

Unrelated, but a creepfest in its own right, I once lived in a second floor studio in a huge warehouse that had been converted into dozens of apartments. Outside of the only bank of windows (which rose all the way up to the 20 foot ceiling) in the apartment was a small lip of the roof that made up the extension of my first floor neighbor's patio. It was about 3 feet wide, went down the entire building along everyone's apt. on my floor, and was of dubious stability in carrying the weight of an adventurous adult (or psycho killer, for that matter).

From a previous relationship, I had been left with..., um blessed with..., two cats. Although pleasant to have around, they were not know for their bravery. They were skittish to say the least. Anyhooow, the nature of these aforementioned windows is that when they were kept open (only the bottom paign opened) at night (which was most of the time) the reflection of the interior lights on the screen made it difficult to see outside. The area above the screen was as clear as..., um..., a really clear glass thing..., you get the idea.

So I'm sitting there one balmy summer evening playing tunes on the 'ole guitar when the braver of the two cats, who has been sitting on the window sill like he usually does, starts a low rumble-growl. Now, these are indoor cats who have never set paw outside in their lives. I get up to see what all the commotion is about, yet when I get to the window..., nothing. Clear skies. A light breeze. and nothing else. The moon is full and I can clearly make out the other side of the lower patio area through the upper part of the window (above the screen). The cat looks at me with eyes dialed out bigger than the size of my fist, as if to ask, "My God, man! Don't you see it?!?". Well..., no. I can't see anything. And now I'm starting to get all freaky. The cat goes back to it's death knell and I start getting really wigged out. I'm looking and looking and I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING!

Now, other than clowns, nothing much phases me. Not like this at least. But this is starting to make me believe in ghosts. My cat has the vision of an otherwise unseen specter in his sites ('cause, hey, animals can see that stuff all of the time, right?) and only his threatening growls are keeping the hoary host from coming into my studio and ripping my heart out of my chest..., not that it needed much more assistance to make a clean break from my seeming woefully insufficient rib cage.

I shout at the cat. His gutteral tones only seem to carry my fear. "Shut up, damn you!" I beg. I fear that only the pale light of my all too distant floor lamp is keeping me safe. Its warming glow a refuge to cling to..., like a dying campfire holding back the red glowing stares of a pack of wolves, who know that time is on their side...

Finally, I figure I'm a goner anyway and that I should cut the lights with the off chance that my ghost is nearsighted, and I might have a fighting chance in the dark. No sooner have I doused the lamp that the only-too-clear silhouette of an all black cat reveals itself right outside the window.

D'oh!

I shooshed him away (probably that crazy cat lady down the hall's little fur ball..., not thinking of what that then made me...) and laughed nervously for a few moments, apologized to the cat, and went to bed.

But what if the cat was just a red herring by a particularly clever spirit...?

I didn't sleep a wink that night.

Chocobo

08-03-2000, 11:43 PM

I've got a good one. It's long, but worth it.

I was at home, alone and it was about dusk. So I'm walking through my house, (my house is fairly new, nothing creepy about it) and I look out the window, and there's this cat walking along the road. I feel like having a little fun, so I open the window, and make this loud MEYOW! I'm pretty good at imitating animal sounds, and the cat stops dead in it's tracks and stares right at me. So I keep meyowing, and it walks over near the window and meyows back. I'm thinking this is awesome, so I sit there for about five minutes having a conversation with this cat. I finally get bored, and close the window.

At this point, I'm at the extreme right side of our house.(It's two stories, the top floor, and a basement set into a hillside, with windows facing out on only one side, Our house is very long, four to five rooms length-wise (facing the road) and two-three rooms length wise. At the time, I was standing in our kitchen, so I walk over to our living room and watch TV for a while. Then I go to my room at the extreme left of our house. I casually glance out the window and I see the cat sitting right outside, staring at me. This mildly freaks me out, so I go over to the window and hiss at it and shoo it away. It runs off. I stay in my room for a while, then check my window again, and scan the front yard for the cat. Nothing there.

So I walk back to our living room, but something in the kitchen window catches my eye. Guess what? The cat was back again. So this time I actually go outside and shoo it off. It runs off down the street, and I say good riddance.

I go back in the house, and make a sandwich, then adjourn to my basement. (Where my computer is) I look out the window and there that cat is, in my back yard staring at me. And it's hissing at me. Now I'm starting to get freaked out, and figure it's not going away, so I just ignore it. Later that night, when I'm laying in bed, I can hear it outside my house making weird noises. After that night, I never saw the cat again.

Oh, and Mammie, just to add to the creepiness of your 'one shoe by the side of the road', I read somewhere that whenever killers are driving away from killing someone, they throw their shoes out of the car one at a time along the road way. They're trying to dispose of the evidence, or something.

Lowellster

08-03-2000, 11:43 PM

Great thread. I can think of lots of creepy things I'd like to share, but I have to get some sleep so I'll have to just pick one.

I was camping in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area (northern Minnesota, the name pretty much explains what it's about) a few years ago. One night a pretty good thunderstorm went through. I always enjoy a thunderstorm in the tent, but one bolt of lightning struck very close and scared the bejeezus out of me at about 3:00 a.m. Stood me right up in the tent. When I returned to civilization three or four days later, I learned that two campers had been killed by lightning about a half mile from where I was staying that night. A group of four was in a tent, two guys and each with their son, and lightning struck a tree next to the tent and killed two of them. I tend to believe it was the previously mentioned bolt, although I have no way of knowing for sure. Wow, I got all creeped out just relating that one.

I'll part on a lighter note, and not really much of a story. I'm not a big tough guy or anything, but I am more or less of a nature freak and rather comfortable in the outdoors. Two things make me want to scream like a little girl, though. First is when I'm swimming and my foot touches a little piece of seaweed. Ecchhh!! The second is centipedes. Yucka!! Both at least slightly creepy.

Hasta.
Lowell

Homer

08-04-2000, 01:52 AM

Ewww. I just remembered this one. Flooded towns.

The Lake of the Ozarks here in Missouri is huge, and man-made. They simply (as I understand it) gave people notice that the area was to be flooded, shooed everyone out, and flooded many, many square miles of land. I can only imagine the flooded houses and farms, the barns, roads, and towns. The forests, fields, and dead animals. All under the water that I'm now swimming or boating in. It's just too impossibly creepy. Ugh. Yuck.

What makes this even worse is in one main thoroughfare on the lake (we use it to get to Party Cove, woohoo!) has a huge road bridge over it. What's horrible about this part of the lake is that there was originally a different bridge there, but the water rose higher than expected, and they simply laid a new bridge higher above the water right on top of the old one. It's about 10 feet under the water, and when the sun is right overhead, early in the season, you can dimly see that creepy bastard under you as you go through the pass. ::shudders::

I used to do construction work in the summers, and one day I got sent to work at an area south of here. Metcalf Avenue is a long ass road that runs very, very far south. But at 330th Street, there is a roadblock and you have to take a dirt road down two miles and back out to get back on Metcalf. The reason for this is that a few years ago, they flooded an area to make it into a state lake. Instead of running a bridge over the water, they simply flooded out the existing road, and routed traffic around the lake. I stopped and got out of my car to look, and surely enough, the pavement, lines and all, runs right into the water, and you can dimly make it out under water for a few yards, and it runs right back out of the water about a mile and a half away on the other side. Oh man, that's so creepy. I just can't handle that. Imagine fishing out there, and looking around and realizing you're right over where Metcalf used to be. Or Scuba Diving, and swimming down to the paved surface. Or even worse, running into an old intersection sign while diving, or a farmhouse, or an old tractor that no one moved, or a house or something. Oh shit that's just too creepy to even imagine. I'm getting the willies just talking about this stuff. Uhh.. ::shudders again::

Am I alone in thinking this stuff is creepy? Everyone around here just shrugs and says "Yeah, so they flooded out the road... so?"

--Tim

Emperor Penguin

08-04-2000, 03:09 AM

Originally posted by Homer

Am I alone in thinking this stuff is creepy? Everyone around here just shrugs and says "Yeah, so they flooded out the road... so?"

--Tim

You are not alone. It seems odd something like that would be creepy, but man-o-man is it ever.

It also reminds me of something which really creeps the holy heck out of me. I have always hated swimming under water in a lake and looking out over the drop off zone. Just seeing the sand beneath you suddenly disappear into this wall of black water. I always expected to see something big and menacing swim out of the dark. It is for this reason that I could never take up scuba diving. Same with swimming from a boat in the ocean. I always just felt like bait floating in the water.

PaulGGa2

08-04-2000, 04:09 AM

I find it unsettling that all the thoughts in my head have the potential to make many people insane, and that more then one person probubly has a similar...ahem...affliction. I am terribly unnerved at the idea that in theory the only thing between my thoughts and reality is a thin barrier between the concious and unconcious.

Tomcat

08-04-2000, 04:33 AM

For some reason getting into a car when wet always creeps me out. After swimming or a big rain, you're just sitting there, in the car, soaked, and it just feels...icky/creepy. Strange, I know.

How about sitting down at someone else's computer to use the internet. You start typing in a URL and it auto-fills some creepy address (normally pornographic). I always feel that that was just a bit too much information about that person than I needed to know.

Chupacabra

08-04-2000, 05:29 AM

Great thread. I have two things to add....

Have you ever been to a windfarm? A field of those gigantic white windmills in the middle of nowhere, all humming in their eerily harmonic way is vaguely creepy to me.

Also, once a month or so for the last year, I have seen this guy on my cable access channel who apparently sets up a camera on a tripod in his bedroom and films himself reading his own poetry. His hair is always messy in an Einstein-y kind of way. He wears the same moving company t-shirt that is way too tight, and he has a pair of thick black plastic frame glasses that are way too big for his face and always smeared with a greasy film. He is always sitting on his bed, which is unmade, and he always sets up the camera so that you can see his back in the mirror behind him. There is a big brown stain on the back of his shirt. At first I wondered if he was a performance artist and maybe this was all part of a carefully conceived image he wanted to portray, but the poetry never has much to do with the character I thought he was creating and frequently he will stop in the middle of his reading and rant about various conspiracies that only he seems to perceive in the world. Frequently they invovlve the United Nations and/or Jews. I have since decided he is nuts. My wife thinks this is creepy because I am always strangely compelled to watch him if he is on. I, of course, will be creeped out if I ever run into him on the bus or something.

JillGat

08-04-2000, 07:17 AM

My neighbor had her brother visiting from out of town. He invited all the neighbor kids over one morning for a "magic show." He was wearing only underwear briefs and called himself "Captain Banana."

I think magic shows in general are creepy.

BjorkBoy

08-04-2000, 07:23 AM

How 'bout when you realize you've been hearing a bell toll in the middle of it striking an hour and you just know what time is being striked? how do you know how many strikes you've heard when you didn't notice the start. creepy. definately creepy. always thought this would be a great excersise if you wanted to teach youself to be psychic.

Erika

08-04-2000, 07:46 AM

I have a friend who, when there's a lull in the conversation, throws out random "topics" of conversaation. The first of which is always "cheese". And he looks at us expectantly every time he says it, waiting for the converstation to start.

I also find it creepy that I can sit at a table at school with fifteen people, all of whom are capable of using "obfuscate" (in the Vampire: the Masquerade sense) in normal conversation, and only half of whom actually game.

Dolores Reborn

08-04-2000, 09:37 AM

This is a great thread!!

I had broken up with my BF a couple of weeks before this incident. Around 2:00 am one night, my old boyfriend comes pounding on my door, very drunk, wanting me "back". I told him to leave, but he just kept knocking and knocking. I was getting really freaked out that he wouldn't go away. I threatened to call the cops, but he still wouldn't leave. Finally I had no choice but to call the police. They asked if I wanted to press charges, but I said no, just make him LEAVE! So they ran him off. The next morning I stepped out of the apartment and saw my car. On the windshield he had written "I love you" --- in blood! There was also blood on my door from him knocking and knocking, I guess. Some people walking by said, "Oh, man! Helter Skelter!" Freaked me right out!

Oh, yeah. There is a website called "The Nightmare Project". People have sent in many nightmares, and it's a real creepy site. Thought it fitting to include the URL:
http://www.geocities.com/nightmareproject/

a35362

08-04-2000, 09:40 AM

Yes, clowns are creepy. I don't like department store mannequins either, or dolls. They just...stare.

One Halloween when I was a kid, my little brother made a scarecrow. He stuffed some of his clothes with wadded-up newspapers and taped them together, and sat it in his rocking chair. The head was probably a paper bag with a hat on it, I think. Pretty creative, especially since he just decided to do it for fun and it was a fair amount of work putting it together. I saw that thing every time I passed his room, and I had to pass his room to get to mine.

Finally I made him take it apart. I just went nuts and yelled at him. He was so hurt. I still feel awful about it.

On another track, magicians creep me out too. Especially Penn & Teller, because they're smarter than the others.

a35362

08-04-2000, 09:57 AM

One more. I used to know this guy from work, who was known for his casual dress. Mikey was a programmer and very talented, and played the "eccentric genius" role to the hilt. He wore a T-shirt and jeans every single day (since they didn't have contact with the public, the programmers could wear whatever they wanted). He must have had hundreds of T-shirts, because I never saw him in the same one twice.

Eventually he left for greener pastures, but one day he came back to visit. He came back wearing the serious suit and tie he wore to his job interviews (he'd even shaved and cut his hair, for goodness' sake). He got a kick out of going into his old office and having no one recognize him in the suit and tie (he had to say, "Helllo, it's me," before they'd look at his face and recognize him...and then jump out of their skin).

Then he came by our office to say hello (and we reacted the same way to the suit). He was creeping me out for the longest time and I couldn't figure out why. Finally I said, "You know how there are people you never see in formal dress...until they die? Mikey...you look like you just climbed up out of your coffin."

Mikey thought it was hilarious. My boss thought it was in poor taste to say that, and he's not Mr. Politically Correct himself.

Trion

08-04-2000, 10:02 AM

What a fun thread. OK, here’s my story.

When I was young my parents would rent a cottage on Cape Cod. The cottage is right on the path to the beach. We’d go there every year for a couple of weeks on vacation.

One year when I’m about 10 I’m lying in bed. It’s early in the morning and the sun is barely up. From my position in bed I can see the front door to the cottage (my bedroom door was open). The front door has a window in it and a shade on the window. When I look at the window I see the silhouette of a person’s head and shoulders as if they are standing right outside the door. It seems to me as if the person outside is standing there looking in at me.

I get scared, but I figure the person will go away soon. I close my eyes and try to ignore it. When I open my eyes the person is still there. I close my eyes and roll over. I wait a good long time. When I roll back, there are now TWO PEOPLE.

Time to get up and tell mom and dad. But in getting up I need to break my line of site to the door. When I can see the door again (on my way to my parent’s bedroom) the people are gone.

Freaked me out for a couple of days.

Blornx

08-04-2000, 10:43 AM

When I moved in, I made use of the paper towel rack that was left on the wall. When I unscrew the handles to change towel rolls, the towel rod stays attached to one handle. Sometimes it's the right handle. Sometimes it's the left. I wondered why the handles switched around. I must be putting in on differently. So one time I made absolutely sure to put the rod-handle on the left. The next time I changed towels, the rod-handle was on the right. Ok, someone was entering my home and reversing the handles on this paper towel holder. When I realized this, I got a chill, which is a rare thing.

It turned out that both handles can unscrew from the rod. So it was random which handle would end up with the rod stuck to it. Silly me.

Hodiggity

08-04-2000, 10:54 AM

In retrospect, my story isn't that creepy at all, but at the time it happened I was a little freaked out. My friends and I were walking to my car after a fun night at Knott's Scary Farm, when all of a sudden we all had trouble walking. We felt kind of dizzy and were stumbling about. All of a sudden, the night sky started flashing blue! There was also popping sounds out in the distance. This was happening in every direction, and we thought it was some alien invasion or something. Well it actually was just a fairly strong rolling earthquake (but nothing to a native of Cali!). Anyways, it was pretty cool but was vaguely creepy during the moments it was happening.

conway

08-04-2000, 12:34 PM

When I was 8 or 9 I used to go exploring in our backyard all the time. But my favorite time was right around dusk, I don't know why. We had a pretty big back yard for so cal (3 acres) and neighbors/fences were on all sides. So one night I'm way in the back, the furthest you could go. Its kinda weird first of all that there are two sets of fences back there, the one on our side was this normal, albeit broken, rusty fence. A few feet beyond is the neighbors fence this tall,(10'+) plastic, green thing. Between is a kinda limbo. There is a hole in our fence way in the corner, so I'm climbing through this thing on all fours, just screwing around playing in the dirt, leaves and crap. Now, because there are trees that overhang the space between the fences, it is REALLY dark in here. I'm shuffling around in there on hands and knees; scraping up my hands, who cares I'm 9.

But then as I'm working my way through, I put my hand on something hard, first I think it's a branch, but it is really smooth. I move back, grab it, and realize that it is really heavy. I pick the thing up out from under the leaves and dirt and discover that it is a huge butcher knife. Kinda rusty, but overall in pretty good shape. Holy crap I thought, I suddenly got so freaked out, and this stuff never bothered me before. I was suddenly very aware of dark it was and how far away from the house I was.

Later I found out that a butcher used to live in the house behind us. Fun.

Mammie

08-04-2000, 12:40 PM

I don't know if this is creepy, but I feel an intense dislike when I am in traffic and see men in their cars picking their noses like they are excavating. I never see men on the street picking their noses...only in cars. Do they think that they are hidden or something? :)I mean I just want to box them.

Come to think of it..maybe I'm the creepy weirdo for getting so annoyed over it. :)

ps: I swear I'm not prejudiced but I've never seen a woman picking her nose in a car.

SpoilerVirgin

08-04-2000, 12:50 PM

Last week I had called up a law firm to ask a question about a class action suit. While I was reading this thread I got a call from a lawyer who said, "We monitor some of our calls, and you called and spoke to Jim last week. There's some information he didn't mention that we wanted to give you..."

I usually just ignore those messages that say, "This call may be monitored," but that was just vaguely...creepy.

Miss Creant

08-04-2000, 01:22 PM

I find most local cable access shows creepy. However, the king of creepiness is Benny Hain (? Hahn) He is a television evangelist who looks like he spends all his off hours in a tanning bed. At first I thought he might be East Indian, but he still has a slightly orange glow. Sister Angelica, the 1,000 year old nun from Alabama, is a close second.

lucie

08-04-2000, 01:37 PM

I hate sleeping when there is too much light in the room. you see, I've been known to fall asleep with my eyes open, which makes for some deeply creepy, mind-messing dreams. The dream images overlay whatever is in my line of sight, and as a result I've seen some pretty damn weird things - rabid rats on the dresser, quivering and about to jump on the bed, a coat hanger sprout wings and then break up into a mass of flying incescts, glowing hand-shaped poisonous fungus sprout in the bed. It can take a long time to fully wake out of these dream, and my perception of reality is deeply skewed for hours afterward.

Come to think of it, it might be preety creepy for someone to walk in and see me in REM with my eyes open. Slumber party at my house, anyone?

Sister Vigilante

08-04-2000, 02:05 PM

Lifelike, porcelain dolls creep me out more than clowns (although I'm not too fond of them either), probably because of the many horror stories I read as a child about them coming to life. My grandmother gave me a very expensive porcelain doll for my birthday one year, and although looking back now, it was beautiful, at the time I was horrified; it was all I could do to maintain a pleasant smile. Of course I had to display it prominently in my room for years, and on many nights I had nightmares that it was moving or staring at me. When I moved out, the doll stayed.

Scarecrows are very creepy. And I refuse to see the film Jack Frost; I will not watch a Michael Keaton as a talking dead-guy-turned-snowman. (shiver) Also, in my grocery store, they have life-size vegetables above the garden section. If you hit a button, they move and sing. I get out of there when they do.

I also have those dreams where you partially wake up, but you're paralyzed, and still dreaming. I would see all sorts of demon-type figures around my room, and feel them sitting on my bed. Those dreams used to scare me to death, but they happen with such frequency that I now know they're dreams. It's still creepy, though, trying to wake yourself up from a dream where things are flitting around the room just outside your field of vision.

Also, every now and then, someone will pass near me and I will get a chill as they go by, even if he/she is in a group of people. I've even gotten a chill from another car going by, while driving.

Creepy enough?

RonA

08-04-2000, 02:28 PM

So all these posts are "very vaguely" creepy???? That's ok, I like these stories. Does that make me creepy?

Have you ever had the sudden feeling that you're not sure if you're awake or dreaming? I've had this feeling at night in bed, which is creepy enough, but what's really creepy is that I've also had this feeling come upon me during the day when I'm going about my every day activities.

A creepy story I just read in our daily newspaper: "Human Skeletons Found in Yard". Summary: A construction crew replacing a sewage line uncovered two human torsos and two skulls in the back yard of a house. The remains, which appear to have been buried about 35 years ago, show signs of being used for autopsy and medical study. One of the skulls had its skull cap surgically removed.

The house was once owned by a doctor, which would explain the condition of the remains, but why would he bury them in his back yard????

The article says, "[The current owner of the house] said the discovery of the remains near the house he has lived in the past 36 years is creepy." NO KIDDIN'!!!!

Makes me wonder what's been buried in MY backyard!!!!!!!

Poysyn

08-04-2000, 02:34 PM

First, som background, six years ago, my BF (at the time) was away (with the army) and I had a guy-friend in the army I was chatting on the phone with and stuff ( we were all friends). My friend, who I'll call Kevin was stationed in another province. Now, i was aware of the fact that I was having strong feelings for him but, out of loyalty to my BF, was not acting on them in any way.

One night, I had this vivid dream. I was sitting in a room and Kevin walked in. We sat, and talked about all sorts of stuff.
At one point he said, "I need to know how you feel about me."
I responded, "I love you, but I'm with my BF and he has dibs."
I remember thinking when I woke up, dibs? What a strange thing to say.
That day Kevin called me. We had our normal chat then he said, "So, dibs huh?"
He had the exact same dream, word for word. He called it dream-travelling and said he did it once and awhile to check in on people and see how they really feel (apparently you can't lie in dreams).
Now that was weird enough, but then he started doing it sort of regularly, calling me then next day and telling me about my own dreams. Try having someone who can just invade your REM whenever they feel like it, or so it seemed.

Curate

08-04-2000, 03:22 PM

I remember seeing one of those National Geographic specials when I was a kid in which a team of divers explored some sunken Japanese ships. In one scene, they swam through a large compartment that had a pile of skulls in it and I lived with that image for weeks afterwards. I know some people like the sport, but exploring a sunken ship that might still have a few passengers gives me the willies.

Also, like Homer Simpson, I'm not too big on sock puppets.

phouka

08-04-2000, 03:27 PM

Two creepy things spring to mind for me:

On the top of the commode in my bathroom is a very pretty dish of carnival glass. I found it when I was about nine years old, in the backyard of my old house, buried beside the shed. Apparently, of the family that lived in the house before us, the wife was a little strange. She had bars put on all the windows and occasionally buried things in the backyard.

Speaking of manmade lakes and what lies beneath them, in the Hill Country of Texas is a three mile long body of water named Canyon Lake. We sailed on it for years and years. One day, my dad showed me a topographical map of the lake, and on it were symbols for roads, schools, churches and graveyards. Somewhere under the water were people buried six feet below. *shudder*

Ranma

08-04-2000, 03:41 PM

I'll join in on the fun:

11 years ago(if 11 year cycles don't ring something to you, that's the time it takes for the Sun to reach peak activity), I went on vacation at Pohénegamook(that's somewhere in Québec near the Maine border) and there were a LOT of aurora borealis one night. We watched them for hours, but it was getting late, and we went to sleep. On the way to our room, i took a last look at the sky, to see, astonishingly, the shilouette of a bird with it's wings deployed, it's head looking sideways(a bit like the american bald eagle symbol). It lasted a long time, it wasn't a half a second image. In fact, I down't know how long it lasted, since I went to sleep. It looked as if there was a magnetic field shaped like a bird that was holding a part of the lights, effectively making like a hole in the display. To this day, I still can't give a scientific explanation as to what I saw.... not creepy, but eerie, to say the least..

I'm surprised that no one mentioned this yet, but Déjà vu. You know, that feeling you have sometimes that the situation you're in, well, you already lived it...

Mammie

08-04-2000, 03:50 PM

I'm sorry but I just can't leave this alone. Every story I've read so far has been great.

Just wondered if any of you've had my experience. Over the years I have lived in 18 different houses. I guess it doesn't seem creepy to me because it's happened so many times and in every house I've lived in. I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder (like someone is standing behind me and touching me)...very light pressure. Like someone is comforting me or imagine a pat without the patting motion. It is so real that I always turn around and look behind me just to make sure I am alone...physically anyway. It isn't a bothersome thing and has never seemed threatening in any way. I would say this has happened to me at least once a year.

Ever since my daughter has been a little girl she has told me of an older man and woman with their dog that she sees at the foot of her bed. She has experienced this in every house she has lived in too. She says they seem to be from another era because the woman has a long dress and is wearing her hair in a bun and the old man which she assumes is the woman's husband is just dressed in old man clothes. She also sees something that scares her but it doesn't come often. She used to describe it as a child or little boy but says it scares her because it seems evil. It dances around.

Tisiphone3

08-04-2000, 03:56 PM

Far and away the creepiest thing ever - enormous flocks of very small birds gathering in one tree. Large flocks, no big deal. Sky-blackening mass of small, chirping vermin - creepy. A cloud of them roosted in a tree near my house for a little while, and it was terrible. I saw them land, and then they blended into the limbs. After a moment, I could pick them out, swarming in the tree. Ergh.
I haven't read "The Dark Half" in years, but there was a flocking bird theme in that, and it wasn't good.

barking frog

08-04-2000, 04:27 PM

A few years ago, during the Hale-Bopp (sp?) fiasco, and taking pictures out in my backyard (its was like 3 feet deep in snow), suddenly, there was a HUGE aurora that covered almost the entire sky - and mind you, I live in a city with a pop of 550 000+ about only a km from downtown. North, South, East, West, it was almost everywhere I could look. It had been a incredibly calm and crystal clear night, but once I noticed the aurora (it also seemed to come instantly, which was also creepy) a strong gust of wind came and almost knocked my ~40 pound tripod over - that was creepy. As the night went on, the northern aurora started fading, but the southern one remained incredibly bright - and this was during a near full moon.

I think that was weird, and yes, I know, aurora's can occur in any direction but its just rare that there is such a enveloping one in a big city. I also took some photos, but unfortounatly I did not have a wide angle lens as all the rentals were rented out from my local store =(

FWCCommander

08-04-2000, 04:46 PM

First post on this board, you guys and gals (and gals and guys) are just too awesome to pass up (hey you in the back, stop throwing tomatoes at me), and I figured I'd open up with this creepy incident.

Really, it happens every time. Reading "Big Secrets", a book by William Poundstone, kinda part of the whole De-Bunking clan of books, videos, etc. Normally, Poundstone fills his pages with how magic tricks are done, how to cheat at blackjack, and other semi-secret stuff. But, in a discussion of secret frequencies, Mr. Poundstone hit upon a strange phenomenon that has NEVER failed to scare me to tears...and I mean CRYING.

Apparently, there are radio transmissions that can be picked up on shortwave during U.S. night hours. These frequencies, when tuned in, will reveal a female or male voice, in any number of different languages, reciting NUMBERS in patterns of five. Just...numbers. I can't explain why this freaks me out so bad, but it does. ALL OVER the world, all different languages.

On the same note, there's also a strange melody that can be heard on a particular frequency. Poundstone describes it as a "12 note, plaintive, flutelike melody." Oh my God, that one scares me SO BADLY...I swear I can imagine hearing it at night...coming out of my radio..just repeating..endless.

Ugh. Anyone else find this scary? I've already teared up just talking about it.

ATTGuy

08-04-2000, 05:01 PM

Christopher Walkin

Guinastasia

08-04-2000, 05:10 PM

I don't think it's creepy to watch conspiracy nuts...it's like your own version of MST3K!

Myrddin42

08-04-2000, 05:23 PM

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Gunslinger
[B]Strange how the documentary-type TV shows (like In Search Of) about sasquatch, aliens, Jersey devil, etc. always come on right after dark...

Notice that you only see the really weird sh!t when you don't have a camera with you?

Creepy stuff:
Ocasionally at night (while we're still up, 11:00 or so) my dog (Dachshund) will suddenly stare at the front door. That's all, just sit there 3 feet from the door and stare at it. And growl. Not a "mean" growl, but a low, menacing, [i]evil[/]-sounding growl. When I open the door, the dog runs and hides in the kitchen. I look out, and there's nothing there.

More evidence that, yes, pets have a sense of humor. :-)

-Myr

barking frog

08-04-2000, 05:38 PM

One more thing thats vaguely creepy.

Fish eggs that go on sushi. They are almost perfectly spherical and completely clear, it makes you wonder how the hell they grow up to be fish. I mean, its like just completely clear.

SuZQRyche

08-04-2000, 05:40 PM

I've had a very creepy life... Let's see...

Once, my sister and I were downstairs watching TV late at night. She had fallen asleep and suddenly she woke up and walked out of the living room, towards the bathroom. Well, I heard the door to our storage area/laundry room open, so I followed her. She had this weird look on her face, and she grabbed the door knob to the back door and tried to open it. When it wouldn't open, she freaked out and started screaming. I unlocked it and opened it, asking where she was going and she just "woke up" and looked around. She then headed back to the living room, plopped down and was asleep. The creepy thing was, in the middle of the summer, it must have been 50 degrees and a fog was rolling in out of nowhere. Also, for living 20 ft. from a lake, there weren't any frogs or crickets making a sound.

I also hate those Limber Louie puppet things. They're a type of marionnette with a big furry head and big feet, all attached by long strips of fabric. They creep me out something awful!!! Then again...I don't like the Muppets very much, either.

Oh...and I hate those automatic shut off lights! I have them in my office. If you don't move, they turn off to save electricity. I also hate it when I'm working, and I suddenly look up out the door of my office, and the entire 11th floor is completely deserted! People walk out of here without a sound and I never know!

Another creepy thing... (this is getting long, I know, but I can't help it)... I hate holes...lots and lots of holes. YUCK!! Am I weird? I've met only one other person with this same problem, and now she's shares an apartment with me. :)

SuZQRyche
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Don't have a sig yet, but I'm working on it.

SuZQRyche.

Boots

08-04-2000, 05:44 PM

I have one similar to getting the chills when someone walks by -- There's this guy that is an acquaintance of mine (friend of my BF) -- he's very nice, polite, smart, funny, literate, etc., but when he's around all the hair on my body stands up and I feel as if I'm in danger - and I have a strong urge to get away from him. I have the same reaction when he calls on the phone. I have asked mutual female friends about it, but nobody else seems to have this reaction to him.
Creepy. I don't let him stop by when I'm alone.

Gunslinger

08-04-2000, 06:00 PM

Does anybody else think this picture of my dog (http://www.angelfire.com/tx3/jkbaker/images/hellhound.jpg) is kinda creepy? That, and the fact that I don't remember taking it...it just showed up when I got the prints & disk.

cher3

08-04-2000, 06:04 PM

You know why it's creepy, Gunslinger?

Because, obviously, THE DOG TOOK THE PICTURE HIMSELF!!

I mean, think about it--he's a dachshund. Why else would the camera be on the floor?

tcburnett

08-04-2000, 06:08 PM

Originally posted by Byzantine
Don't ever, unless you have a good god damn reason, to question my use of a word. I can make nice but so should you!....Okay, so let's just make nice. I won't hound your ass and you admit that I used that word in the correct place.

It astounds me that you will willingly admit to being the 'biggest bitch in the world', which I certainly believe (heck, it's probably an enormous understatement), and then become that person instantly because someone questioned your use of a word. If a two-year-old child told you "No" you would probably slit it's throat. God help anyone who would dare to venture outdoors when you are around.

The whole problem....apart from your clinical psychosis...is that you are not the final authority on word usage. That honor goes to Cecil, who kindly allows the OED and other reference sources to quote him on occasion. But, if I may say so without arousing your flaming ire, your grammar and sentence construction could use a little work.

:D

Mammie

08-04-2000, 06:43 PM

I found that to be real creepy...since all I got was a white page with the Angelfire logo and addy, but no dog in sight. :)

Ranma

08-04-2000, 07:00 PM

Yeah, I got that too.... *insert X-Files theme here*

Gunslinger

08-04-2000, 09:35 PM

Originally posted by Mammie
I found that to be real creepy...since all I got was a white page with the Angelfire logo and addy, but no dog in sight. :)

Dammit, it worked for me and (apparently) Cher...just go to my homepage and then the "doggage" page. It's the bottom one.

AWB

08-05-2000, 01:59 AM

Carnies. Circus folk. Nomads, you know. Smell like cabbage. Small hands.

Chupacabra

08-05-2000, 01:59 AM

I agree that Benny Hinn guy is creepy too. I always figured that he was East Indian. Is that really just a weird tan?

AWB

08-05-2000, 02:09 AM

Originally posted by Mammie
Ever since my daughter has been a little girl she has told me of an older man and woman with their dog that she sees at the foot of her bed. She has experienced this in every house she has lived in too. She says they seem to be from another era because the woman has a long dress and is wearing her hair in a bun and the old man which she assumes is the woman's husband is just dressed in old man clothes. She also sees something that scares her but it doesn't come often. She used to describe it as a child or little boy but says it scares her because it seems evil. It dances around.

To paraphrase: "She see's dead people!"

barking frog

08-05-2000, 02:31 AM

Originally posted by Gunslinger
Dammit, it worked for me and (apparently) Cher...just go to my homepage and then the "doggage" page. It's the bottom one. [/B]

Its just the reflection of the light, nothing's strange about that, but this is IMHO. Especially if you have one of those non-SLR cameras, because the eyepiece and the lens are displaced; just because at your angle you didnt see it the lens might have picked it up. If you do have a SLR it might have just been that your flash wasn't timed perfectly giving a different reflection (ie. if the flash was right before when it should have went off) on the eyes than the norm.

Mammie

08-05-2000, 06:39 AM

Finally got to see your dog. Yep, those are some strange looking eyes all right. You need to start worrying if his eyes look like that in person. :)

Mammie

08-05-2000, 06:43 AM

Yes, AWB, we kinda figured they were dead. :) Sure wish we knew what they were up to or what they wanted and why they chose her.

Dolores Reborn

08-05-2000, 08:08 AM

Originally posted by SuZQRyche
I've had a very creepy life... Let's see...

Once, my sister and I were downstairs watching TV late at night. She had fallen asleep and suddenly she woke up and walked out of the living room, towards the bathroom. Well, I heard the door to our storage area/laundry room open, so I followed her. She had this weird look on her face, and she grabbed the door knob to the back door and tried to open it. When it wouldn't open, she freaked out and started screaming. I unlocked it and opened it, asking where she was going and she just "woke up" and looked around. She then headed back to the living room, plopped down and was asleep. The creepy thing was, in the middle of the summer, it must have been 50 degrees and a fog was rolling in out of nowhere. Also, for living 20 ft. from a lake, there weren't any frogs or crickets making a sound.

SuZQRyche.

Sleep-walking people totally creep me out! My ex-husband used to do it sometimes. Very strange look on his face. I've always heard you shouldn't wake them up, but I suspect this is an old-wive's tale...

Welfy

08-05-2000, 08:35 AM

Originally posted by Erika
I have a friend who, when there's a lull in the conversation, throws out random "topics" of conversaation. The first of which is always "cheese". And he looks at us expectantly every time he says it, waiting for the converstation to start.

I also find it creepy that I can sit at a table at school with fifteen people, all of whom are capable of using "obfuscate" (in the Vampire: the Masquerade sense) in normal conversation, and only half of whom actually game.

Would you happen to be friends with the same people I'm friends with? They sound creepily alike.

Welfy

08-05-2000, 08:56 AM

Ah, I see I'm not the only one that thinks sleepwalking is creepy.

When my younger brother (he's 16 now) used to sleepwalk, it would be very unsettling. He'd do crazy stuff like go outside and start taking off his clothes, take milk out of the fridge and try to pour it on himself...(haha, good thing he doesn't go on the Straight Dope anymore because he'd be embarrassed! lol). One time he even came out to the kitchen when my mom called, and he sat there with us and ate all his dinner but didn't talk to us. He had this blank look in his eyes so we could tell he was sleeping. Mom had me take him back to bed. Maaaaaan...heeby jeebies!

Is anyone else freaked out by cows? I live next door to a farm, so every day when I walk my dog through the woods and down the path, sometimes the cows are on the other side of the fence. As soon as they see you, they just stop everything they're doing and stare at you until you're completely out of sight. It's not even the fact that they stare, just the way they stare. I can't even describe it.

Monster104

08-05-2000, 09:25 AM

Well, there's this guy at my school who's name is "Bif". Not "Biff", but "Bif". His name and how that guy acts is very vaguely creepy.

Kyberneticist

08-05-2000, 09:57 AM

Originally posted by FWCCommander

Really, it happens every time. Reading "Big Secrets", a book by William Poundstone, kinda part of the whole De-Bunking clan of books, videos, etc. Normally, Poundstone fills his pages with how magic tricks are done, how to cheat at blackjack, and other semi-secret stuff. But, in a discussion of secret frequencies, Mr. Poundstone hit upon a strange phenomenon that has NEVER failed to scare me to tears...and I mean CRYING.

Apparently, there are radio transmissions that can be picked up on shortwave during U.S. night hours. These frequencies, when tuned in, will reveal a female or male voice, in any number of different languages, reciting NUMBERS in patterns of five. Just...numbers. I can't explain why this freaks me out so bad, but it does. ALL OVER the world, all different languages.

On the same note, there's also a strange melody that can be heard on a particular frequency. Poundstone describes it as a "12 note, plaintive, flutelike melody." Oh my God, that one scares me SO BADLY...I swear I can imagine hearing it at night...coming out of my radio..just repeating..endless.

Ugh. Anyone else find this scary? I've already teared up just talking about it.

Um. The first one sounds just like your usual spy talk to me... Here, try tuning in.
http://www.totse.com/files/FA020/spystatn.htm

That other one is a little bizaare. Some sort of homing signal? Somebody with weird taste in music? Never heard of it before.

Gunslinger

08-05-2000, 11:41 AM

Originally posted by Ian Fan
Its just the reflection of the light, nothing's strange about that, but this is IMHO. Especially if you have one of those non-SLR cameras, because the eyepiece and the lens are displaced; just because at your angle you didnt see it the lens might have picked it up. If you do have a SLR it might have just been that your flash wasn't timed perfectly giving a different reflection (ie. if the flash was right before when it should have went off) on the eyes than the norm. [/B]

It was an SLR (Olympus OM-1), and I know that's probably what happened, but it's still creepy. Not just the eyes, but the whole thing--I'd hate to run into something that looked like that in a dark alley.

Nekochan

08-05-2000, 02:47 PM

Just got the photos back from a trip to Las Vegas. My SO is very photo-averse, so I rarely get a good picture of him. I was about to frame a picture of him sitting at this gazebo-bar in one of the hotels. However, on closer inspection, you can see a old guy in the background picking his nose. Oyf.

Spiritus Mundi

08-05-2000, 03:19 PM

I picked up a hitchhiker once when I was driving down to Tampa to see my girlfriend (wife, now). We chatted for a bit and she told me she was going down to find some weekend work to support her duaghter. A little later she told me she was a hooker and asked if I wanted to fuck. I said, "no thanks -- I'm just going to see my girlfriend". She asked again, and again. I said no more firmly. She decided she wanted to be let out at the next rest stop. Fine. I let her out. It was vaguely creepy.

Sometime later I saw a news report on Eileen Wournos, the serial killer. It was her.

That was *very* creepy.

notmailman

08-05-2000, 04:42 PM

Originally posted by Necros
Also, on my occaisional trips out to eastern Colorado at night, sometimes I would stop on a dirt road. Everything for miles around would be silent -- except for this strange popping sound. It wasn't mechanical or regular in anyway. I still don't know what it was. Over and over again. Pop...pop.pop....pop..pop.

I've noticed here in Southern California this time of year there are seed pods that pop open in the evening as the air cools. It's not really loud but it is a pretty noticeable sound as thousands of pods pop all around you on a desolate hill.

StompyGodzilla

08-05-2000, 05:47 PM

Yeah, this is pretty creepy: about four years ago, I read an article about people who woke up in the night and found themselves having dreams while in an awake state. That very night, I woke up abruptly around three am. I was lying there with my eyes closed, fully awake, when I opened my eyes and saw a red floating demon's head near the ceiling. As I watched, it turned and looked at me, then started moving towards me. I thought, shit, this is REAL! Terrified, I closed my eyes; when I opened them again, it had gone.

That was just the start. Over the next year or so, these things became an almost nightly occurence. The scariest ones always involved seeing human images -- once I opened my eyes to see a face right above mine, staring at me. Needless to say, I freaked out and started screaming. It took my husband ages to calm me down. Another time, I woke up and saw a figure sitting on the side of the bed. I thought it was my husband, and said his name, and he drowsily replied from the pillow beside me. I started screaming again, and even with my husband holding and rocking me, the image was still there, unmoving, like a transparent photo image. I kept saying, oh my god, it's still there, it's still there! I've also seen bodies lying floating above me. Except for the demon-face at the start of this time, none of the images moved, and were mostly transparent white.

The human images were unusual, though. Mostly what I would see upon opening my eyes were strange geometric shapes floating past, or instruments that looked like bizarre dentistry tools. It got to where I was very used to seeing these things, and almost blase about it. They stopped abruptly after about a year. It was a nightly occurence, and then suddenly it just ended.

Very strange.

I also find moths very creepy. I don't know why they scare me.

Stompy

notmailman

08-05-2000, 05:54 PM

I'm not at all superstitious and don't actively seek out communications from the dead. It's always vaguely creepy when they stop by...

There was a visiting professor when I was in college here on the west coast, who died on the east coast a few semesters after the term. The night before I heard of his death, while lying in bed half asleep, I had a sort of half awake dream that he was flying overhead on his way west.

I was fishing on a small lake in California's Eastern Sierras last week. I looked up and saw two men walking on the trail about 20 feet away One of them was frail and sickly and looked exactly like someone I knew. This friend was an avid hiker who died about 3 years ago after a long debilitating illness. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end for at least the next half hour.

Chocobo

08-05-2000, 06:36 PM

I just got back from a mini vacation where I had something creepy happen.

While I was staying in the hotel, I had a possessed air conditioner. Anytime I would look at it, it would start up. And this wasn't one of those ACs that are on a timer or anything. To turn it on, you had to go over there and turn the dial. But every single time I looked at it, it would turn on. I found that VERY creepy.

kelly1x

08-05-2000, 08:06 PM

along the lines of homer's manmade lake creep-out--
there's a manmade lake a few miles from where i live. last summer, my family and i went canoeing there. now, it's a recently made lake, and there are oodles of dead trees sticking out of the water. every now and again, you run into them when canoeing, and that's creepy.
so then my mom told me this story: about two years ago, a couple of guys were jetting along in a speed boat, hit a tree, and their boat flipped. the men were knocked unconscious and drowned. but the really creepy part is that they never found their bodies. the official story is that the bodies got caught in the trees under water. the lake is up to 250 feet deep, and they sent divers to look, but they couldn't find anything. i haven't been back to that lake since. just think about that...
<shudder>

Mammie

08-05-2000, 08:39 PM

That reminds me about when we lived about 3 blocks from the city park. The body of a teenage boy was floating there a couple of days before anyone saw it. I never have passed the park lake since it happened...maybe 15 years ago but what I can imagine that scene. Brrrr

fish in the sky

08-05-2000, 08:43 PM

couple more creepy things:

When I was about 15 I convinced my parents to fix up the upstairs level of our house so I could use it as a bedroom. (my previous bedroom was downstairs and just off of the living room. It afforded me very little privacy, which at 15, was all I wanted.) The upstairs is really just a glorified attic. At the top of the stairs there is a little "room" on either side--one side is still used for storage, and the other side was converted to be a sort of closet for me. At the other side of the closet, opposite the top of the stairs is the doorway to what is now my bedroom. One night, shortly after moving upstairs, I was getting undressed; I had just taken off my shirt and bra and was carrying them out to the hamper in the closet. I casually glanced up and at the top of the stairs, not 5 feet from me, was a ghostly image of an old man in 1930/40s era clothes, with a sinister look on his face and his hands outstretched like he was reaching to grope me. I startled and jumped back and immediately he disappeared. I hurriedly put my shirt back on and rushed back into my bedroom. I _so_ didn't want to stay upstairs that night, but the only way out was the down the stairs where _he_ was. That night I slept in my clothes, with the light on. I've never seen him before or since, but it still scares the shit out of me just thinking about it (it doesn't help that from where I am typing this I can see the exact spot on the stairs where I saw him. I'm shivering and practically having a nervous fit here, glancing from the stairs to the computer screen and back to the stairs again.)

Another kinda creepy thing that happened upstairs: I used to have a cat that stayed upstairs with me a lot and slept there every night. One night she peed on the carpet, which she very rarely did, and she should have known better. So to "punish" her, I put her downstairs for the night. As I was cleaning up the mess I see her walking back into my bedroom. I was *positive* I had shut the door tight behind me when I took her down, and besides I have some bells on a sting dangling around the doorknob, so that whenever the door is opened--or moved at all--they jingle, and I had heard no jingling. So I'm thinking, well, maybe I didn't shut it tight, and she was able to pull the door open gently enough not to ring the bells. I go to investigate. The door is still shut tight. Even if she had managed to quietly pull the door open, there's no way she could have shut the door behind her. I've spoken with other people who say their cats sometimes magically appear on the other side of a closed door, too. Weird.

'Nother creepy cat story: Last March we had to have one of our cats put to sleep. We buried her in the backyard beneath a pine tree. This June I was outside, reading, and I glance up and see a cat slinking across our yard. There are lots of stray 'round here, and I don't really think much of it, though it does strike me as odd that from a distance this cat looks *exactly* like the one we had put down last March--all black. I finished reading the chapter I'm on, then turn my attention back to the cat. It's now sitting under the pine tree (opposite side of the grave, though) about 30 feet away from me, just _glaring_ at me with these big yellow eyes. I am more than a little unnerved at this point. The cat and I hold eye contact for a good 5 or 10 minutes. Neither of us move at all. I finally work up the nerve to approach him. I stand up, and walk towards him in a kinda roundabout way, approaching him from the side. He still hasn't moved, and is still staring at the place I was sitting before. When I'm about 5 feet from him I say something--I can't remember exactly what, something stupid and mundane like "hey kitty". It doesn't get any reaction from him. I make a sort of clicking noise with my tongue that I always use to call my cats. He turns his head, glares at me a moment, the turns back to staring intently at that place I was sitting before. I kneel down next to him and start to talk again, "ya know, you look kinda like a cat we had put to sleep last March, only she wasn't as fat as you." Even insulting him doesn't get a response. I hold out my hand--like you do to dogs, so they can get your scent. He looks at it briefly, then goes back to staring. I start petting him, and still get no reaction at all. He doesn't move a muscle, and he hasn't made a sound the whole time I've been there. After stroking his back for about 30 seconds he starts to growl ominously. I
pull my hand away and slowly take a step back. Still growling, he slinks further underneath the pine towards my cat's grave. I don't want to know what he's doing over
there. I leave the scene and stay in the house the rest of the afternoon.

Gosh, this post is turning out longer than I expected (and this is my first post to the SD boards, too) Just one more brief thing...

I live very close to Plainfield WI, where, back in the 1950s serial killer/freaky psycho Ed Gein lived, and where he killed at least 2 women and dug up several bodies from local graveyards. The Tru Valu hardware store where he killed one of his victims is still open for business, and I think it's even run by the same family. I've been inside once, and although in every respect it looks like any small town hardware store, I just found it overwhelmingly creepy and had to leave. (My uncle once took a Polaroid of the outside of the store, and some weird apparition appeared on the film.)

(there's plenty more creepy Gein stuff, probably lots available online. You want creepy, look into Ed Gein. *shudder*...)

orestes543

08-05-2000, 10:06 PM

I have a couple of things that are rather creepy.

1. About a year ago, I was having this dream and all of a sudden, I woke up. Well, I went to the bathroom and made my way back to bed. Not sooner than five minutes, I fell back asleep and my dream just picked right up where it had left off before I woke up.- That was probably the creepiest thing that has ever happened to me, other than...

2. About two years ago, I kept having this recurring dream that I was being chased around town by this man with a gun, and every single time, I ended up dying. This dream went on for about four nights, and then on the fifth night, I must have killed the guy because the dream had a happy ending (sort of, anyway) and I never had that dream again.

All in all, I just feel like all of those out-of-the-ordinary dreams are creepy...:eek:

The White Dragon

08-05-2000, 10:15 PM

Been reading the message boards for a while, but haven't had the guts to post.. however.. this seemed just weird enough for me :)

My mom has two cats that can open doors just enough to squeeze through, then they swing shut again.. it makes it seem like they walk right through them. One bats at the doornob till it opens, the other one just rams his shoulder into the door and hopes the latch gives. Its not pleasant to be woken up to.. "THUMP.. THUMP.. creeeeeeeeeek.."

Other creepy things.. my siblings and i have started a sort of support group for all the weird things we've seen/dremt. My brother had the same "dreams" of the white shadow floating over him - one night, my mother was awakened to a very loud scream and things crashing, bro swears that one tried to hand a popcorn bowl to him, eek - my sisters dream about movies and things months before the commercials come on TV.

The fact we even have to discuss this stuff with eachother creeps me out the most.

Kyberneticist

08-05-2000, 10:36 PM

Originally posted by Kyberneticist
Originally posted by FWCCommander

On the same note, there's also a strange melody that can be heard on a particular frequency. Poundstone describes it as a "12 note, plaintive, flutelike melody." Oh my God, that one scares me SO BADLY...I swear I can imagine hearing it at night...coming out of my radio..just repeating..endless.

Ugh. Anyone else find this scary? I've already teared up just talking about it.

Um. The first one sounds just like your usual spy talk to me... Here, try tuning in.
http://www.totse.com/files/FA020/spystatn.htm

That other one is a little bizaare. Some sort of homing signal? Somebody with weird taste in music? Never heard of it before.

Don't normally quote myself, but I just realized that that second "creepy" thing he mentioned is probably this station...
5 Digit English YL - aka Lincolnshire Poacher

This is a variation of the five digit English station. The tune
"Lincolnshire Poacher" (which sounds like "Pop Goes The
Weasel") is played at the beginning of the transmission. This
station is most often heard in Europe and the eastern part of North
America. It is believed to be transmitting from Cyprus, with a target
of the Middle East, presumably Iran or Iraq. It is often heard being
jammed.

Ok. I guess a spy station playing "Pop Goes The Weasel" is a little creepy.

Cy Coe

08-06-2000, 12:38 AM

Okay, a couple creepy things here...

1. In the Bahamas, my dad and I waded back into some flats and came across, literally, hundreds of jellyfish inverted on the mud in an area of water about 1 foot deep. Granted, that's how these type feed, but do they have to do it in huge groups? Sheesh!

2. Also, while wading back into the flats, we came across a blue hole. For those of you who have not seen pictures of a blue hole, you should find some online. For the most part, they're really beautiful. At any rate, we're walking in about 1 foot deep water once more, and the the depth just drops straight off. Vertical. The water in the hole was practically black, just this seemingly endless hole in the middle of a vast area of shin deep water. I'll be danged if I'M going swimming in one of those things. I'd be nicely backlit for whatever's down there watching me.

3. About once a month, I'll be thinking of a song about 2 seconds before it comes on the radio. Not that creepy, but it gives me pause when it occurs.

4. This isn't really creepy, but it's definately odd. Both of my grandads having heart attacks within 30 hours of eachother. What are the odds of that?

DarrenS

08-06-2000, 12:56 AM

I heard about one guy who woke up in the middle of the night, and found his roommate standing at the foot of the bed, STARING AT HIM WHILE HE SLEPT.

barking frog

08-06-2000, 01:44 AM

This just happened about 30 minutes ago, the most creepy moment in my recent life.

I decide to camp out in my backyard, after about 30min of reading/music, I take the phones off and try to get some shut eye. After about 5min, its pretty dark by now (for a city backyard), I start hearing something walking around the tent in all directions. Now, my grass is about 2.5" high, if its very quiet you can tell very distinctly when someone walks on it, and I heard that. I open up my tent windows, look all around, nothing... I try to rest abit more, but I hear more of this. I calm down abit, and see a face in the clouds, pretty normal, while bringing my head back to the centre of the tent I see that my room light is on. My entire house was dark before with no lights on. I think ah! someone must be home, so I take my cordless phone that is beside me and press the intercom, on the third ring my phone just shuts off, and it still works afterwards and was not low on battery.

A dog starts barking right at my backyard, I look around, nothing, and it countinues to bark. After a minute it just begins to whimper for no reason, and shuts up..

I am now totally freaked out, I figure if I make a run for the house no ghosts or the like will get me, but then I look at the neighbour's trees and I see a giant face that was formed because of the light shining through at the correct places, making a face with a mouth. The eyes were perfectly the same brightness, then I notice these other pairs of eyes just like it but no mouths. Now i'm too scared to move, and I look at my house on closer inspection, I notice the family room's lights are on (its half built into the ground). I look at the other side of the house, where my basement window is, and I see a bright halogen-like light coming from the basement window shining on the fence. Now I am ABSOLUTELY sure both of these lights were off prior to me leaving the house.

I finally attempt to call my dad to come check on the house, if anyone is inside, because i'm too scared to do it. The first try, all I hear is radio static, not the dial tone but just radio static. I try again and get him to come.

After 10minutes I think it's him, I hear the backyard door open (the clicking sound you get), so I turn on my flashlight and then... nothing. Eventually someone comes inside the house and turns the kitchen light on (which I had been facing the whole time), I yell, and its my mom, she turns on the patio light and comes. When she turns on the patio light I notice that the previously daemonic looking tree that had its figure given by light shining through at the right place, now still had a face at the EXACT SAME SPOT with shadows highlighting the figures this time. With the light on, I now see a freaking wolf like figure outside of my tent, I then notice its just smoke as it fades away (I had a mosquito coil.. but it looking like a wolf is oddly coincedental). I walk out of the tent and check out what the hell is up with the basement light, looks light the basement light wasn't on, and the previous rectangle shaped halogen type light I saw for the last hour was gone..

The other creepy things are:

All the while still hearing the footsteps the whole time, thankfully I had a radio with me and if I did not have it I surely would have went insane.

Whenever I looked up at the sky I always saw a face-shaped cloud, only ONCE did I not see one. When I notice the "faces", half of the time they disappear into normal clouds as I am looking at them (in a fraction of a second).

Children (~7 years old) laughing and talking to each other, I could not make out the context. But it is 11:30PM, in my neighbour hood you would never ever have parents who let their 7 year old kids walk out at night. Hearing teens is normal but not children.

Sorry for the long post, but all these strange coincidental events adding up were just too creepy.

pepperlandgirl

08-06-2000, 02:01 AM

Ok, I'm sitting here reading all of these creepy stories, and I look over my shoulder, and there is a giant stuffed bear staring at me! You know the big yellow ones from carnivals. After I catch my breath, I remembered that it is my sister's. I didn't notice it before because I came into the living room w/o turing on the light. But it scared the bejeesus out of me. Now it's just sitting here, looking at me with its big glass eyes, freaking me out.
Maybe it's time for me to go to bed.

JeremyLH

08-06-2000, 04:45 AM

Ok, back in college we had a blizzard, the power went out, and a bunch of people (some were friends of friends I barely knew) ended up hanging out in my dorm room. The atmosphere seemed like a good one for scary stories, so we basically sat around trying to freak the bloody hell out of each other.

I had just done a paper on Jack the Ripper, and figured I could raise a few goosebumps with the stuff I learned, so started regaling everyone with my knowledge of the grisly murders. Well at one point, instead of saying "His final victim..." I said "My final victim..."

To be honest, I didn't even notice I'd said it til much later when my roommate pointed it out. Most of those people didn't talk to me much anymore after that...

Malchuck

08-06-2000, 08:58 AM

My favorite posting is Commander Cyclops'. Sam, call home.

My creepy event happened when I was about nineteen. A friend and I were driving to another friend's house for a party. We spent an hour trying to get there because we kept getting lost. This is creepy because the guy was one of my best friends and I'd been to his house many times. Finally, I blew my stack and said, "I give up."
It turns out the party was busted by the cops. I just missed being arrested.

blokeychap

08-06-2000, 09:28 AM

This happened to me twice when I was ill with the flu. For some reason when I get the flu I tend to have some of the weirdest dreams I have ever had. These dreams are some kind of delerium. When ill do any others tend to focus on something small until it grows out of proportion into something massive or do I just sound crazy - it freaks me out.
Back to my dreams.
The first time it happened I was having a pretty vivid dream in my sick bed. It ended with my doing something that I belatedly realized caused the end of the world. This is when I wake up in a panic thinking that I caused the end of the world. I'M AWAKE AT THE TIME AND I STILL THINK I ENDED THE WORLD. I started to think 'o shit o shit' and sat up in bed. Next thing I remember is i'm turning on the light in the kitchen, looking around and then switching it off and going back to bed. This scared me in the morning.
Next time I had the flu it happened again on this time my dreams were just shapes and colours but I knew that one of them meant i caused the end of the world again and couldn't wake up (Germany was represented by one of the shapes but I don't know why)

One other thing non-dream related : the primary school in my town (elementary school for americans) had to suspend a teacher for one of the weirdest reasons ever. A little girl complained to her parents about a report she had to do for class. This report was to be on Charlie Mansun(sp?). Turns out the teacher had a shrine to him in his class and was teaching the children all about him.

weird or wha?

Helen's Eidolon

08-06-2000, 12:17 PM

Actually, what has always creeped me out more than anything is the Straight Dope.

I've been reading it since I was a kid (maybe, 8 years old or so), and I've always had an imagination that can run away with me. Reading those columns on stigmata and spontaneous human combustion and alien hand syndrome... *shudders* I still have phobias about thses things that my friends tease me about.

Erika: What's scarier than having your friends be able to say obfuscate is less creepy than them USING it... There and then you look away for about 1/2 a second and then they're no where in sight.

kaylasdad99

08-06-2000, 08:40 PM

The Sound of Music, Maria and the kids are singing the song about the lonely goatherd, while they put on a marionette show with the puppet theatre Uncle Max (Detweiler) brought them. One of the set pieces consists of several puppets portraying an "oompah" band and drinkers in a biergarten. The musician puppets are made in such a way that their cheeks appear to bulge out when they blow into their instruments. And the clarinettist has these big black caterpillar eyebrows that wiggle independently.

Creepy.

OxyMoron

08-06-2000, 09:32 PM

Ok, this is a little-creepier-than normal...two really weird stories.

The first is set in McClusky, North Dakota, a soon-to-be-extinct town that (apparently) is the geographic center of the state - in other words, truly the middle of nowhere. Anyway, it's my grandmother's home town. Her youngest brother was the last of the family to live there; he owned a furniture store and the town mortuary. As was once common in these little towns, the mortuary was attached to the house.

So in about 1976 there was a family reunion, and my grandparents and I drove from Fargo to stay in said house with Aunt Irene and Uncle Bud. I was about 7.

Even as a little kid I never slept well in a strange bed, so at some point in the middle of the night I got up and decided to look around (we know where this is going, right?). So I take a little left, walk through a doorway, and find myself in the main viewing room. Three bodies are neatly laid out in coffins, with little electric lights above each. To say I freaked out is perhaps the wildest understatement imaginable.

The small consolation was that I hadn't managed to find my way down to the basement, which is where the actual work was performed.

Cremation's just so much neater, you know? Burn 'em and urn 'em.

The second story is set at a state park in Maryland, about 4 years later. I was a Webelo scout, attending my first real Boy Scout event -- a state-wide camporee, held near a river in the western part of the state. The first night, some older scouts from another troop came by, gathering people to go out stargazing (I think a couple of the guys had good binoculars with them). What could be more boy-scoutly than that? So off we go, about 8 of us I think.

We head towards the river, trying to find a good clearing for the best view. We end up at a bridge, and in the clearing on the other bank we see a group of about two dozen seated scouts, with a scoutmaster facing them. And standing next him, a guy in a white sheet.

They're lit by a cross burning.

Remember, this is 1980 in western Maryland, where the Klan was active. I didn't know much about them; I was from the DC suburbs, and although our town wasn't that well integrated our favorite neighbors were a black family across the street.

The main thing I knew was that the Klan always seemed to have guns.

All 8 of us (I think we were all white; I know none of us was black) were kinda scared. But one of the older boys (14? 15?) turned around and whispered a little plan:

On the count of three we screamed "Black Power forever!" and ran like hell.

I don't think any of us ever told anyone what we'd seen. I'm sure the BSA would've investigated, but the whole thing was too frightening. I know I only told my father a couple of years ago.

zebbmx

08-06-2000, 09:45 PM

What I find very creepy is this thread had 200 some posts

Johanna

08-06-2000, 10:08 PM

Once during my first marriage we were staying over at my in-laws' house; we slept down in the basement. We had been out tripping on LSD and came back to bed down for the night.

A doorway right in front of me had some metal bracket attached to the door jamb, and it jutted out into the doorway about 6 inches at face height. It was dangerous because anybody not seeing it in dim light could hurt their face on it. So for safety's sake to make it visible they put a green rubber glove over it.

Bad choice.

As I went to lie down, I looked up in the doorway and saw a horrible green Hand there, ready to grab me. My overactive brain tripping on LSD was seriously freaked out by the Horror Hand extending from beyond the dark doorway. It was a vision dredged up from the subconscious's darkest unspeakable nightmares. Even though I knew perfectly well what it was, the sight still gave me the major willies. I spent one uneasy night.

racinchikki

08-06-2000, 10:12 PM

things I find creepy:

1. mirrors. ever since i was in third grade, and my friend's birthday party where the other girls decided to try "bloody mary". they all started screaming and refused to speak about what went on...

2. windows. i have conflicting urges to see out of them so nothing can sneak up on me, and have them covered out of fear for what i might see.

3. clowns. they're evil.

4. porcelain dolls, especially the very old cracked ones. they're gonna come to life and kill me...

5. knowing what my best friend is going to say before she says it. this also works with people not my best friend, but it's most reliable with her. we can think things at each other and we'll both know what we're thinking... it's not really telepathy, but odd.

specific creepiness:

1. I have a three-year-old foster sister who has this plastic baby doll she plays with in the tub. I also have henna shampoo that brings out the red highlights in my hair. One day my sister got into my henna and the next time I went into the bathroom her naked baby doll was lying in the tub in a pool of red viscousness. It looked like death or abortion or something. It scared me crapless even after i realized what it was.

2. As a little kid (between four and seven) I used to go on long hauls with my father, who is a trucker. This required being away from home for up to two weeks, and as much as I loved the chance to spend time with my dad (whom I never really got to see that much, because he was on the road) I'd start to miss my mom. I remember once he had this little plastic car phone, and he pretended to call teh house on it. He handed it to me and told me that mom was on the other line. I swear, as any diety you believe in as my witness, I HEARD SOMEONE'S VOICE COMING OUT OF THIS PHONE AND I TALKED TO IT. I didn't find out til later that it was fake.

3. There has been a gold pickup truck, about 1996 vintage I'd say so fairly new, parked in the same exact spot for a year and a half, off the road and behind some trees in the woods about three miles from my house. Every day my school bus stops at a stop sign and from the height of the bus you can just see that truck out in the woods. I'm creeped out thinking about it right now.

4. I also have one of those houses with no lights, no cars, but candles every christmas near my house.

Ramboli

08-06-2000, 10:14 PM

This may end up to be sort of a long post, but a lot of things creep me out. First off, and I know this was mentioned before, but sleepwalking. Once I was at a friend's house spending the night when i was in middle school, and his older brother got up, turned on the porch light, went outside, pulled a chair up, stood on it, and started waving around the American flag without saying a word. He then proceeded to go into the bathroom and use it without turning on the light (I never did check his accuracy), then went back to bed. Also, one of my friends once told me that he dreamt that his grandmother, who had just died a few weeks before was calling him, so he went out to the deck and talked to her, and when he woke up, he was sitting on a chair out on the deck.

Another thing, and I'm surprised no one has mentioned this yet, is waking up to find body parts asleep. Once I woke up in a strange position and felt something I thought was some small animal on my right leg. I immediately started hitting it and moving around, but it wouldn't go away. I flung the blanket off myself, and almost ran out of my room when I finally realized it was my left foot.

This has been mentioned before, and for good reason; they are some of the creepiest damn creations known to man: dolls. Their blank, glassy stares give me the willies and they always look homicidal, as if they're waiting for just the right moment, then WHAM! they kill you with one of their weird accessories.

Another thing that's really creepy is realizing your mortality. For example, I was in Boston taking the subway to visit an aunt in Dorchester, and this guy at the station who looked genuinely insane started talking to his friend about pushing people onto the third rail. I started to walk away, but he kept following me. I was fearing for my life, and at the same time, thinking about how I would defend myself. Fortunately the train came, he got on a different car, and I never saw him again. Still, for the rest of the day, I had the heebie-jeebies over what he might have done.

OK, two more things, then I'll shut up. First of all, I was helping a friend of my father move a few years ago. He had two daughters, but his second daughter had a twin that never made it. I noticed a picture frame that had pictures of all three, and I first thought nothing of it, thinking that the one of the dead twin was taken before she died. However, a little later I remembered that she was stillborn, and a second glance at the picture confirmed that it wasn't just a picture of the living daughter, because she has a very noticeable birthmark above her right eye. The really creepy thing was that there were ink handprints next to each picture, so they must've taken the dead one's hand, dipped it in red ink, and dropped it on a piece of paper.

And finally, my last story I find creepy: When I was a kid, there was a nice elderly couple around the corner from me who would always buy fundraising stuff, let us take shortcuts through their yard, and that kind of thing. Well one day, the husband snapped, killed his wife, and tried to kill himself. He got sent to a hospital and no one really heard about him again. Now that alone is creepy to me, considering it was so close to my house, but what I thought really capped the whole thing off was that a girl who moved in afterward ended up having her bedroom in the murder room, and the color of the carpeting was red, although it wasn't before the killing. Well, I've got no other creepy things, and if you were sufficiently creeped out, good, and if not, screw you.

Rosie

08-06-2000, 10:28 PM

Years ago, I used to do a lot of trail riding with friends. One lovely summer morning, I brought along a very skittish, very athletic young horse and we headed up the mountain. The horse had been a handful all morning, but as we rode along the ridge, he became markedly more nervous. Suddenly, he took a seven-foot leap sideways and barreled into one of the other horses. As I scrambled from his neck back into the saddle, I looked over to see what had spooked him. I expected to see a rattlesnake, not a boy dressed in fatigues, wearing green face paint, and holding what appeared to be a functional machine gun. The kid was lying motionless in the bush, just staring silently at us. Scared the hell out of me. Then I realized that we had crossed onto land owned by the local military academy. I looked around and spotted a couple more kids, similarly outfitted. I'm sure there were more that I didn't see.

One of my friends said 'hi' to the one that had spooked the horse, but the kid didn't reply. He just kept staring at us.

Even knowing that they were academy kids, it was incredibly eerie to have this bunch of child-soldiers watching us silently and expressionlessly as we passed. What was so creepy was that these kids seriously looked like they were ready to kill.

I've been on lakes that cover old towns, too. Scares me silly.

MagicalSilverKey

08-06-2000, 10:32 PM

I do not know how many people here are Playstation gamers, but for those who are, if you are familiar with the game "Silent Hill" you will know exactly what I am talking about. For those who are not into games, Silent Hill is a horror game and IMHO is very frightening.

I was playing Silent Hill for the first time, last year, I believe sometime in the summer. I was playing the game late at night one night, and decided to call it quits for the evening. I turned off the game and went about to lock up before retiring to bed. When I went to the front door, there was a thick and heavy fog outside. (just like in the game) I stepped outside to observe the fog, and noticed that it was un-naturally quiet outside. No sound could be heard at all, except for my own heartbeat, breathing, and far off in the distance, the faint barking of a lone dog. (just like in the game) The quiet was what really creeped me out. I live in a dense residential neighborhood, where silence is unheard of, at any time of day or night. There is usually traffic, people, and all kinds of ambient noise. This night, there was none. very very creepy. :eek:

Extralumpy

08-06-2000, 10:37 PM

I just upgraded ICQ on my machine to 2000a Beta from a version that dates to '97 or so... the previous version had all sound functionality disabled for some time. I'm on page 3 of this thread, reading about all the "night" noises and such. It's dark, and I'm home alone, no music on.

There's a window right next to me, curtained.

And in the middle of this, I hear a "knock-knock-knock", sounded like it's on the window.

After I shoved my heart back down my throat, I realized it's just the new ICQ telling me someone came available from Away mode.

Definitely creepy.

red_dragon60

08-06-2000, 10:44 PM

I fell asleep listening to the "follow the leader" album by KoRn on a drive. I woke up to people talking, and I freaked out. I didn't realize until later that there was a hidden track at the end of it.

I was once so delerious from lack of sleep that spots on the wall started to move. I looked at my paint-streaked art box, and the paint looked like it was a mass of worms. It kept crawling around, all the while I was reminding myself that it wasn't there. Freaky.

Erika

08-07-2000, 09:03 AM

Hmm . . . also creepy: Those really really thuroughly realistic dreams. I've had several where I go through a perfectly normal day, and wake up with my time sense off, and unable to remember for sure if such-and-such really happened. Definitely creeps me out.

And a sleep walking story:
My sister had never sleep walked before this, and hasn't ever since. We were little, she was 6 or so. She, sound asleep, got up, went into the bathroom, sat in the tub, and tried to turn it on. My mom found her crying in the tub because she couldn't take a bath, and was sure that mom had told her to.

Johanna

08-07-2000, 09:54 AM

Once I fell asleep on the couch while the light was on. Slept on top of my arm and it fell asleep. Suddenly woke up and opened my eyes at the exact moment my arm slipped of the couch onto the floor. I saw my hand hitting the floor but could not feel it, because it was benumbed. Seeing my hand but not feeling it was creepily like seeing my severed hand falling to the floor. Ugh. It was most unpleasant.

Marvel

08-07-2000, 10:04 AM

Great stories, you two! Miss Gretchen - you said you had more stories to share but didn't want to hog up the board. Please, hog away! Your previous post was facinating in a car-wreck-on-the-highway sort of way.

I have to agree catching someone stare or GLARE at you is pretty creepy, especially if you're a lone, unarmed female at a bus stop or some such thing.

Also creepy - total strangers who will talk and talk and TALK to you (or AT you) even when you're not really engaging them. I've long suspected I have a tattoo on my forehead that says, "If you're wacko, please chat with me." And if this happens at work (I work the circ desk at a law library), I can't simply walk away or tell them to leave me alone.

Patty

Sister Vigilante

08-07-2000, 10:46 AM

Originally posted by Marvel
Also creepy - total strangers who will talk and talk and TALK to you (or AT you) even when you're not really engaging them. I've long suspected I have a tattoo on my forehead that says, "If you're wacko, please chat with me." And if this happens at work (I work the circ desk at a law library), I can't simply walk away or tell them to leave me alone.

This happened to me once in an open-air restaurant-type place, back when I was in college. I was eating lunch and this German woman (Elsa was her name) asked if I minded her joining me. Now this place was full of empty tables and chairs, but I thought, 'what the hey' and said, "Sure." I thought she was a tourist, and assumed that Germans just did this sort of thing...

She would not shut up, about this, that, or the other, while I nodded and smiled. After about 30 full minutes (I had finished eating, and been chafing at the bit, for the last 20), she finally revealed her real purpose for sitting with me: she was a Moonie, and wanted me to come visit her church! She thought it was good that the Messiah was oriental; he would bridge the gap between the races, she said.

Okay...

zebbmx

08-07-2000, 10:59 AM

Wooooo creepy stories
But listen to this one..
Well Ive lived in My dads house all my life and im gettin ready to move out(not because of what im going to tell you but because im just out of college) anyway When i was younger and I spent my days and nights in the house Id Always see things in the corner of my eye like floating kinda but then id look and itd be gone.

Well one night as i was getting ready for bed i went to get some clothes for the next day out of my closet (my bedroom is on the second floor and my closet isin the doorway that leads to the attic...I opened the door and before me was a..well i dont know what it was but a very large white smudgy type thing with no face but very creeppy(you had to be there) anyway i screemed like hell and ran downstairs my mom went up(she was still living there at the time) and checked what i was balbbering and balling and screeming about she found nothing but i still didnt sleep in that room for a couple nights

And well the other weird thing was when i was 12 i guess we had a party at my house. Cant remember what for but it was a party and my 2nd cousin and me went upstairs to the 3rd story(attic my dad had fixed up for me) to spit out the window onto peoples heads in my yard. When we got up there(this was during the day) we both saw a ghastly soldier with a gun. He wasnt pointing it at us but he had it in hand. Needless to say We both ran like hell screeming.

And still when i visit and stuff i see like well its hard to explain. Like if you look at road on a hot day you see the heat coming off of it. Thats what I see kinda but floating. VERY creepy

geekgirl

08-07-2000, 11:07 AM

this is a creepy website. not for the weak stomached

http://www.shownomercy.com

Carpe Felem

08-07-2000, 11:22 AM

Back in the mid-70s when I was a teenager, I was living on my own in North Oakland, working as a panhandler for the Berkeley Free Clinic, and I often shared my corner with some of the local moonies. Moonies never stop smiling. One day when I was out there on my corner with my little coin box, my mom stopped by to tell me about how she'd been mugged in SF the night before on her way to catch the bus. She had a black eye and some scratches and bruises on her face. I was completely stunned, and after she left I just stood there staring for a while thinking about it, and my Moonie pals, who were close enough to have heard the conversation, came up to me and said, "Hey, cheer up, why don't you smile!?"

Moonies. Creepy.

Marvel

08-07-2000, 11:46 AM

HOW could I post to THIS thread and not mention ex-housemate, Jaimie? I'll just give you folks the higlights...

1. There's a difference between thrifty and cheap-beyond- reason. Jaimie was the latter. When we needed toilet paper, Kit (the other housemate) and I would do what normal people would do and go buy some. Not Jaimie. She would steal semi-used rolls from the bathrooms at work! We're talking the nasty one-ply stuff. She'd even let herself in the building on Sunday nights (she had 24/7 access) rather than stop at a store. And bear in mind there was a store much closer to our place than her work place. AND Jaimie never bought a calendar - instead, she'd photocopy someone else's before they wrote on that and taped that to the frige. Keep in mind, she had a full-time job, no car and she walked to work (we were only three blocks away), so this wasn't a matter of having so little money to spare.

2. Kit came home from college one day to find one of HIS Tupperware bowls he always used sitting on the bathroom floor with Jaimie's mentral-fluid stained underware soaking in it! He let her know he was mighty pissed and she came back with, "Well, I was going to bleach it when I was done!" He threw the bowl away.

3. I'm sitting in a chair in "my" section of the apartment and Jaimie comes by to chat (she's usually a misanthrope). Picture this - I'm sitting in a chair reading while wearing shorts 'cuz its hot out. Jaimie plops herself down at my feet while she talks, which strikes me as vaugly creepy to begin with since she could've sat in another chair and we're not exactly the best of buds (remember, I'm only giving you folks the highlights). At one point, Jaimie tells me how she had her chin waxed and now it was silky smooth. To prove this point, she then RUBS HER CHIN ACROSS MY BARE THIGH, giving me this shit-eatting grin as she did so. We'd been sharing space for almost a year at this point and she knew I was straight (engaged to my hubby-to-be at this point), but even if I were a lesbian I wouldn't want someone I wasn't hot for - least of all Jaimie - to be touching me in such an intimate way. You just don't pull that shit on people. For the record, out exneighboor and Jaimie's exfriend, Maria, came out and asked her one day if she was gay and Jaimie said no, so this was pobably done as some weird attention-getting trick as oppossed to a come-on.

The moral to this story? If, upon meeting a potential roommate for the first time, you get a bad feeling about them, no matter how great the apartment is or how cheap the rent will be...RUN SCREAMMING!!!!!!!

Patty

Carpe Felem

08-07-2000, 12:27 PM

originally posted by Homer
There has been a rubber glove sitting on my dad's computer desk for a week now, right behind the keyboard. I don't know why it's there, I don't know when it showed up.

originally posted by cher3
Part of my regular walk route takes me through a national cemetery. Yesterday I looked down and noticed, next to one of the headstones, a crumpled rubber surgical glove. Just one.

Coincidence? I think not.

The Mermaid

08-07-2000, 12:36 PM

This is one of those stories that you feel you have to start out by saying...This story is absolutely true.. Well several years ago I had this dream where a german shepard mix type dog took my hand in his mouth and spoke to me thru mental telepathy;he told me he needed my help and that he belonged to a man whose name was kind of garbled but it sounded like Mark Wills. When I woke up I remembered the dream as being very vivid and remembered every detail. I happen to know 2 men named Mark Wills and thought maybe someone had mentioned their names the day before. I relayed this dream to my husband. When we got up there was THIS SAME DOG in my yard. He had broken his chain and part of it was caught up in my rose bushes. He had a collar on with a license attached. It was a cold rainy Sunday morning. I freed him and let him on my porch where I gave him some food and water and dried him off. I gave him an old blanket to lie on and went inside. I would have to wait until the next day to trace the tags but I felt so strongly about the dream that I called both Mark Wills and asked if they had a dog missing. They did not. The dog stayed several hours but when I looked out later that day he was gone. The next day I traced the number on the tag and found out the dog was registered to a man named Emmarco Wilson who lived in the neighborhood where I grew up Believe it or not, that is not the creepy part. I knew the address very well because because it was the address of the first boy I had ever kissed. That man had been killed in a motorcycle wreck exactly one year before to the day! I thought that maybe I was just remembering Greg's death so I drove over to the address which was was about 2 miles from my house. There was no answer at the door so I peeked in the back yard. The dog was chained up in the yard. I spoke to him and I swear I heard his voice in my mind say "thank you" I said "you're welcome" and left in a state of shock.

alumshubby

08-07-2000, 02:49 PM

Yet another first-time poster chiming in here.

Parenthetically, I wonder if Stephen King's lurking on this thread? Think of all the great free material he's gotten.

The Manhattan Project detonated their test A-bomb in the desert near Los Alamos, New Mex., in July '45, a prelude to the strikes on Hiroshima and Nagasaki that led to the end of the war in the Pacific in World War II. When I think about them, two things I've read about that test explosion still creep me out.

One is that, in nearby Alamogordo, a young woman who had been totally blind from birth happened to be sitting on her living-room sofa facing a window that looked in the general direction of the Los Alamos site. The intensity of the explosion's fireball was so great that this woman saw a flash of light. My spine still chills at the thought.

The other is that Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer (who, at witnessing the explosion, could think only of the Rig Veda quotation "I am become Shiva, the destroyer of worlds"), had wondered whether the energy released in the fireball would initiate a chain reaction that would combust the surrounding air's free nitrogen and oxygen together -- essentially burning up the earth's entire atmosphere, creating a global firestorm, obliterating all the breathable air, and leaving in its place toxic oxides of nitrogen (NO2 + H20 makes H2NO3, nitric acid). Oppenheimer, Teller et al. argued about this and decided it was highly unlikely, but they weren't *positive* it wouldn't happen. Cheerful thought, huh?

sublemon

08-07-2000, 02:54 PM

I've always hated clowns...and then I relaized it must be because one time when I was a kid I went to the circus and a clown killed my father.

stolen more or less from Deep Thoughts...

abbyjenna

08-07-2000, 03:09 PM

OK... all this stuff has me thinking, and there are really a lot of things that creep me out. But, these are the two that really come to mind...

You know when sometimes you wake up, and you've been sleeping on your arm, and you can't feel it AT ALL. It feels totally dead and like it weighs about a ton. You can poke it, and prod it and still not feel anything. It's even hard to lift it up.

Also... people who write horror books / movies and stuff like serial killer fiction... what kind of minds do they have to be thinking that stuff up???

alumshubby

08-07-2000, 03:33 PM

"Also... people who write horror books / movies and stuff like serial killer fiction... what kind of minds do they have to be thinking that stuff up???"

I dunno...I wonder if they're not pretty well adjusted, having found an artistic outlet for all that darkness.

On the other hand, if truth started imitating fiction, and stuff started happening that Koontz or King or Straub have written about...ewwwwwww. That's not even "vaguely" though.

LadyBear

08-07-2000, 05:31 PM

I think by far the creepiest thing I've ever had happen was in the house I spent my teenage years living in. My grandmother lived in it before my immediate family and she had in the last couple years before she moved built a little laundry room and half-bath onto the back.

For years, laundry was my chore. But I wouldn't do it after dark. The laundry room was only lit by one table lamp sitting on this weird little dresser thing that my mom used to store things that didn't go anywhere else. And for some strange reason I could not stand to put my back to the little half-bath that opened off the laundry room if it was after dark.

If I absolutely had to go in there after dark, I'd sidle in sideways and then back out of the room before sprinting back to the front of the house. I thought this was possibly the stupidest thing I'd ever done and I never mentioned it to anyone until about a year ago when my little sister and I were talking about 'the old house' and I mentioned being so creeped out by that room. She said she was always freaked out by it too.

We found out a month or two later that that bathroom was what my uncle was helping my grandmother build when he passed out and later died from internal bleeding from an untreated ulcer.

rockstar

08-07-2000, 06:35 PM

I find many things in life that creep me out:
-I wake up 1 minute before my alarm clock goes off at least twice a week.
-When I call one of my friends she always says "Hi Heather" immediately when she picks up. I am always confused for a few seconds before I remember she has caller ID.
-My best friend said that when she was little she would pick up fire ants and chase kids with them. I thought that was very bizarre and slightly creepy

Sue Duhnym

08-07-2000, 06:53 PM

Two creepy things, both while sleeping.

1. Back in HS, my friend Heather had torched her face with an at home sunlamp causing her chin to peel in vertical strips.

One night I had a dream that Heather and I were in the backseat of a car being driven by Friend 1, Friend 2 was in the passenger seat. Friend 1 suddenly turned into Freddy Kruger (hey, I went to HS in the 80's!) and killed Friend 2. He then turned his sights on Heather, slashing her chin and neck into vertical stripes, killing her instantly.

Suddenly I was back in my bedroom, looking out the front window as the lawn rolled up like someone would remove carpeting. I knew Freddy was coming and like the wuss that I am, ran to my bed, hopped in and pulled the covers up to my chin. Resting my head on my knees, I repeated "gottawakeupgottawakeupgottawakeup" like a mantra.

I woke up in exactly the same position that I was in the dream.

2. This one happened when I was 20, sleeping in my room at my parents new house. There was a full length mirror on the back of the door that reflected the right side of the bed. I was in the habit of sleeping on the left side, but could see myself in the mirror if I got up on my elbow and leaned to the right.

I woke up out of a dead sleep at about 2am and the first thing I noticed was that the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling were glowing. Weird, because they only held the light for about 45 minutes max. Thinking my mother may have checked on me (thereby recharging the stars) I look to see if the door is open (she always left it open for the cat whereas I kept it closed) and see the whitish figure of a man in the mirror.

Figuring it was my imagination, I sit up and lean over to look in the mirror and don't see myself, just the figure. I get a bit freaked out and turn on the bedside light, figure disappears and I can now see myself.

The creepy part is that the door was closed. I can accept the "man" as my imagination, but I KNOW the stars were glowing.

Marvel

08-07-2000, 06:58 PM

I know this is my third post on this thread in less than 24 hours, but I've got a doozey...

As I stated earlier, I work in Case Western Resere University's law library. The college also has a med school, and for reasons unknown to me, one of our display cases in the rotundra has several old photos (circa 1840s to 1920s) of medical students. Why these are in the LAW school, I dunno. But that's not the creepy part...

The creepy part is these photos feature medical students posing with cadavers. Some show the medical students gathered around the autopsy table where a corpse well on its way to decompossing lay. If that weren't creepy enough, most of the photos show the cadavers in what are suppossed to be funny situations.

There's one where the cadaver is dressed in a suit, a cigar in its teeth (the flesh and lips long gone) and seated at a table with the med students and some cards as if it were playing poker with them! There's another snap from 1906 titled "A Student's Dream," where the pupil is lying on the table and FIVE cadavers are possed around HIM as if it was his turn to go under the knife. But without a doubt the creepiest items in the display case are the greeting cards.

Yes, I wrote "greeting cards." Imagin two small cards about three inches high and five inches wide, each with a photo of a med student cutting into a body. One card reads, "I'm awful busy! My tale will have to be short and snappy. Merry Christmas." The other card simply says, "Easter Greetings to my Friend." I shit you not.

Shivering,
Patty

Miss Gretchen

08-07-2000, 06:59 PM

Well, Marvel, since you asked....

I've gone through most of my good stories, so I'll mine the stories of my relatives.

From my grandad Jack:
He was a very large but soft spoken and gentle man who had that Irish gift of storytelling down to an art. (No, that's not the creepy part!)

In the forties or fifties in the town where he lived there was this awful man. He beat his wife, one of his children had died under very mysterious circumstances. A real piece of shit, if you will. Towards the end of his life, his wife took off with the remaining kids, and everyone in the community did their best to avoid him. When it became pretty clear that this man was dying, my grandad offered to wait with in the house with him until he died. As despicable as the guy was,(sorry, I wish I had a name for him, but I heard this story a while ago and as you'll see, the name isn't the most memorable part of the story) my grandad thought that nobody should die completely alone.

One night, grandad had a terrible, unsettled feeling. He knew something was up, and that the other man would be dead by morning. At this point in the story, he would look you right in the eye, and say in his soft quiet voice:

"Make no mistake, I know that the devil was in the house that night. I could feel him. He was waiting on that man's soul."

(I'll give you a minute to shake that weird chill from your spine. I know that I need it.)

So as he went to bed, he closed the bedroom door and jabbed knives in the door jamb so that it could not be opened from the outside.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the feeling of preesure on his legs. He looked up, and sitting on his bed was a huge black dog. (Remember - the door was jammed shut) He looked at the dog and said "You've got the wrong room. I'm not the one you're waiting for". At that, the dog disappeared into the air. Sure enough, the other man was dead in the morning and the uneasy feeling in the house had completely disappeared.

From my brother, who looks exactly like my grandad and seems to be developing his storytelling ablity, too:

My brother is a chef, and a few years ago worked at this posh little hotel. One night, he finished up the last of his work in the kitchen and got into his car to go home. A few hundred metres from the hotel, his car skidded on the wet roads and went into a ditch. The car was undamaged, so he decided to walk back up to the hotel and sleep in a vacant room. He'd call a tow truck in the morning to get his car.

As he was walking up the path to the hotel, the power went out. No big deal, it happened a lot out in the woods there and the generators would come on soon. With all the lights around him out, he realized that the sky looked really odd. The clouds were quite low, but they were glowing, as if lit from within. First the glow was white, then sort of blue, then pink. "What the hell is that?" he blurted out. A few seconds later, he heard "What the hell is that?" he turned around, thinking that someone had come out of the hotel and was also wondering about the weird sky. Then it dawned on him that the voice that he heard was HIS, as it sounds on a tape recorder, and that the sound seemed to come from right above his head. Eeeekkkk.

Suddenly every light in the hotel complex came on, but exremely brightly. He described it as being almost like sunlight-bright. A second or two later, they dimmed to their normal levels, and everything was groovy. The sky was dark again, and nothing seemed amiss.

From my great aunt Deannie:
She was about 3 years old (she's getting close to ninety, this was during the first world war) and playing in her front yard. A man in a military unifrom stops at the fence and kneels down. She's never met him, but he knows her name. He tells her to run into the house and get her mother, that John is here to see her. She does, and her mother is ecstatic. They run out to the front yard, but he's nowhere in sight. None of the neighbours have seen him, either. Deannie is accused of trying to play some sort of trick, but why would she make this up? She's never even met the man that was at the fence. Her mother goes back into the house and resumes her work. Later that afternoon, another man stops by the yard and asks for Deannie's mother. Unfortunately, he was bringing over the telegram telling Deannie's mother that her brother, John had been killed in France a few days before.

Ok, I must stop for a while.

Gr8Kat

08-07-2000, 07:10 PM

A few years back, my mom had a rural paper route; it was about 70 miles long, and she'd start out between 11:30 PM and 12:30 AM, and would get home about 4:30-5:30 AM, depending on the day of the week and number of papers. Sometimes I'd go along to help. When the weather was just right, we'd go through thin pockets of mist that just looked for all the world like the ghost special effects from a Stephen Spielberg movie. Vaguely creepy, but very cool :)

I also find the interior of barns or sheds with green fiberglass on the roof or over windows very creepy, especially if there aren't any other sources of light. The light coming through them doesn't illuminate so much as make creepy things (cobwebs, dark corners, old stanchions and mangers that look like they haven't been used in many a cow's lifetime) look creepier.

I am also creeped out by dreams with yellow lighting, if a dream can be "lit." Maybe it's a throw-back to the fear of green fiberglass lighting. I just hate it when a dream is taking place in my house or someplace else I'm very familiar with, but it looks dark and yellow. These dreams fill me with a sense of dread.