Share something creepy/spooky/eerie/scary.

In My Humble Opinion
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I’m going to read this thread when I get home from closing up the store tonight, and I’m going to regret it because I’m the most easily-spooked person on the face of the earth, but I want it to happen anyway.

Share something that is creepy, spooky, eerie, or scary. It can be an experience you’ve had, a story you’ve heard, anything at all, really. Remember the Very Vaguely Creepy thread? Kinda like that, only you can post made-up stories, etc as well.

A thundery summer night is as good a time as any for the sharing of spookiness. I’ll try to come up with some of my own, as well.

In the spirit of good creepy fun, I ask those of us who do not believe in ghosts to refrain from mocking those who may choose to share a ghost story.

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Well, the only one I can think of (and I believe I’ve told this before on this board) happened at an old job.

We worked in sort of a big warehouse area. I was in the art department of a photo lab (we all had our own desks or cubicle thingies) and often when someone would rush past I’d feel a draft of air. Well, for a while there, I was feeling these drafts of air and when I looked around to see who had passed me, there was nobody. I looked around for an air conditioning vent, or something, and could find nothing. There was no source for this cold draft of air.

Then one day, everyone in the art department was alone in the building on a Saturday (overtime—rush job). Suddenly, my supervisor yelped out with alarm. Someone had yanked at her chair. But nobody was there.

Then the whole story came out. The “older timers” said that there had been many times where they felt mysterious cold drafts, or a “presence” behind them, some unseen thing moving their chair. One lady even looked down at the floor beside her and saw the feet of someone standing there. Only there was nobody standing there.

That explained those cold drafts to me. Now, I had no idea about the “ghost stories” when I felt the cold drafts, I was not looking to imagine the cold drafts, I had no idea that the cold drafts could be anything other than just … cold drafts. And for all I know, that’s all they were. (In fact, I’d prefer to think that that’s all they were.) But the stories that everyone else told (and these were people that didn’t typically prattle on about seeing ghosts and such) made me ponder.

I don’t ever want a repeat of that experience. I mean, nothing really happened to me and I am ambivalent on the concept of ghosts (I’d prefer to believe they don’t exist but I don’t mock those who are convinced they exist). But something weird was going on there. I didn’t like it.

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Years ago I was asleep and I dreampt that a man was standing above me looking down on me. I couldn’t move or seem to wake up. When I finally did wake up, I noticed that the hall light was on. I never leave the hall light on. When I got up to turn it off, I found that the living room light was on - I never leave the living room light on. When I went to turn it out, I found that the front door was unlocked. I never leave the front door unlocked (well, actually, where I live now, I do, but then I did not. Not ever.)

This was pretty freaky, especially in the middle of the night. Of course, looking back I find it highly amusing, but then it made for a long night.

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I stayed overnight at a friend’s home once, slept in the “living room,” which was just a converted “bvedroom” room with a door that closed.

As I drifted off to sleep, I heard voices saying, “Hey, what shall we do with this guy?” and “Oh, I don’t know, why don’t we make him jump out a window?”

I sat up to look, and no one was there, so I laid back down, assuming it was imagination. As I approached sleep, I became aware of two voices, giving the “evil laugh” - one in each ear.

Fortunately, I wasn’t afraid of ghosts, and I just imagined the room filled with white light and they went away.

In the morning, I mentioned it to my friend, and she said, “Oh, I forgot, that’s why we made that the living room, cause no one was able to sleep in there without having nightmares.”

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Back when I was a teenager living in California, I was sitting back watching Indiana Jones on Select TV (yes, THAT long ago.) when all the sudden the couch just went WHUMP!! Just as if someone walked up to the couch and kicked it as hard as they could. I was the only one home, and both dogs were outside. It really freaked me out.

It wasn’t until I went outside and saw the neighbor walking around his house looking to see if someone ran into it (we both lived on corners.) And he looked up at me and we both smiled…it was just an earthquake, nothin major.

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I was living in an apartment with an alarm system. One night it went off in the middle of the night. Not to be mean, but my husband is a little on the…wimpy girlish side…and he ran around the house screaming. We finally got it shut off and checked the doors. The slider to our back deck was unlocked, and we never even went out there and I always made sure it was locked before we went to bed. I don’t really know what happened, maybe my daughter learned how to unlock it, but I was not convinced that someone hadn’t been in our house, and I sure didn’t sleep that night. (It didn’t help that the police officer knocked on the door, and laughed at me when I asked him to come in a check around, and then left!) :frowning:

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Once, watching CNN, the picture went to static just before coming back from a commercial break, and I heard a voice say “It is your lot in life…to get Wednesdays and Thurdays off.”

:confused:

Obviously, just a few wires getting crossed at the TV station, or maybe someone at CNN leaning on the mic button at the wrong time. Still…pretty odd.

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When I was about fourteen, I was a member of the Scouts and we’d decided to do a night hike across the only fairly large hill in the area. It was May time, so the weather was good, clear skies, bright moon light every where. We were coming down the hill, through a wooded bit at the bottom, everything was going great, we were having a good old chin wag, as you do. Suddenly the guys in front of me suddenly stopped. “Why have we stopped??” I shone my torch to the end of the pathway and there was a glowing figure wavering at the end of the path! :eek: I instantly tried to think of a mundane solution. It’s a scarecrow (in the middle of a path??) although it looked like no scarecrow I’d ever seen! We crept slowly forwards, but we still couldn’t work out what it was. It certainly didn’t seen to be moving, apart from still wavering at the end of the pathway. Further on we crept, until we were upon it. Guess what it was???

Someone had fallen over in the mud, and had hung the coat out to dry on branch, with the branch through the arms of the coat. The mud was reflecting our torchlight. Everytime the breeze blew, the ‘figure’ wavered. Incidently, there were some older Venture Scouts following us, about 1/2 mile behind to make sure we didn’t get lost. They took one look at the figure and ran away screaming like girls.

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One time I was walking down the street, and I turned into a drugstore. Freaked me out!

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I used to run a movie theatre. After the last show the theatre gets really quiet. One night I stepped out of my office that was upstairs by the projection booth. I then clearly heard the sound of a quarter drop on the floor in the concession stand. HOLY COW! SOMEBODY ELSE IS DOWN THERE! I thought for sure that someone hid in the theatre and was now waiting to rob me.

First I threw down the deposit bag and went back in the office. Then I looked out and saw the bag still at the bottom of the stairs. So I grabbed the big monkey wrench and slowly walked down the stairs. I turned into the concession stand and there was

nothing.

I don’t know what the deal was. Maybe I imagined the noise but I never had another expierence like that.

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I live in a gated apartment complex where I don’t know my neighbors. Every so often someone rings my doorbell in the middle of the night. When I force my cowardly self out of the bed and to the peephole

there’s never anyone there!

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Almost everyone who works at my store has had experiences of hearing things move in the stockroom as though someone’s going through the paper cases, only to find that there was no one in there.

Once I was closing up the shop by myself - the guy who was scheduled to close with me had to run home for a Baby Emergency. It was two hours after the actual store closing, because before the Baby Emergency we’d been working on finishing up a lot of jobs that were due the next morning; the parking lot and all our outside lights had been dark since 10, and it was now almost midnight. I noticed a pickup truck parked outside in the parking lot. The driver was staring straight at the store. I waited about 20 minutes in the back office, popping my head out every once in a while to see if they were still there, and one eye on the security monitors, but they never even twitched. I was sure as hell not leaving the building with that person out there, so I called the guy at his house and asked if he could run back up - he lives across the street from the store, in the same apartment complex as I do. He came up and stood as door guard while I locked up, set the alarm and ran outside. Pickup Truck Driver still never moved, just stared straight ahead. I had to do some grocery shopping that night, and I drove past the store again to get to the apartments about an hour later, and the truck was still there, with the driver still in it.

When I went in the next day I almost expected to find the place in a turmoil, the opening crew having found a dead body in a pickup truck parked in the lot, posed as if driving…

Didn’t happen, never heard anything about, no idea what was up with that, hasn’t happened again.

Still don’t know what that person was doing, sitting in their pickup truck in a dark parking lot in front of a line of stores and government offices that had all been closed for anywhere from five to two hours.

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Two things happened to me when I worked third shift at a hospital in NY.

The first: The pharmacy was in the basement (and I kid you not, it was in the location of the old morgue- I did not know this at the time of the incident), and it was set up like a [ shape. There was an entrance at each end of the [, but none in the center. The doors were locked and required a several digit code to key in, and there were three people working: Myself, my partner Heather, and the pharmacist Pat.

I was in the middle of the pharmacy (the middle of the [ shape) at the restroom, and headed to the back (the top of the [ shape) to ask Heather if she wanted anything from the cafeteria. I walked back until I could see her- she was standing at the pick station and had the radio on pretty loud. I shouted twice to her but she never turned around, so I figured “Eh, forget it then” and went back toward the front. There is absolutely no way to the front except through the hallway I was walking in- even if you exited one door, you couldn’t easily walk around to the other- they didn’t connect that way.

So I went to the front to ask Pat if he wanted anything, and Heather is standing there talking to him. I did a double take and asked how she got there. She was confused and said she’d been standing there talking for about 10 minutes. They were absolutely not playing a trick and went back to see if someone else was in the pharmacy, but no one was. This was at about 1am, so it wasn’t like people were wandering in the basement, or they could walk into the pharmacy. I would swear in a court of law that I saw a girl there, long brown hair, about 5’4" tall.

Another time, I left the pharmacy to go up to the floors, and I heard (I thought) Pat’s footsteps behind me. He wore shoes with a heel or something to them- he always clicked when he walked. I heard me running toward me in the hall, and I said aloud as I turned around “What did you forget?” and when I turned, there was no one there. I went back to the pharmacy and he was on the phone. There was absolutely no one there. And the footsteps were RUNNING, which was so creepy it gave me nightmares. This was at about 3am.

In all the time I worked there, by the way, I never “ran into” another person in the halls of the basement. There was nothing there but the pharmacy, and no one had reason to be walking around or doing anything else there. Only Heather, Pat and I.

Creepy.

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This was a couple of years ago, back when I only had a dial-up internet connection and one phone line. I was talking on the phone for a while, then finished the conversation and hung up. I wanted to go online, so I walked over to my computer and connected, then went into the kitchen to get something to drink. When I came back into the room, the computer was connected to the internet, but the phone was off the hook. I was the only one home, and I have no pets who could have messed with the phone. I had to have hung it up properly, because the computer connected. I did experiments to see if it could connect with the phone off the hook, and it could not.

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Timeline - nighttime during the mid 50’s, Location - my dad’s Marine base. He just got off guard duty, where he walks through the various empty buildings ensuring there are no shenanigans, and warns the next fellow that he heard something strange at one of the buildings, but didn’t actually find anything.

As the next guy is making his rounds, he comes to the warehouse in question. He goes in and makes his way up to the catwalk that is the normal path. Dark and lit only by a single naked lightbulb, he notices something near the end of the catwalk. Creeping closer, he shines his flashlight and sees a body hanging from the rafters by the light fixture. :eek:

He turns tail and bolts out of the warehouse, calling for backup. They go back in only to find the hanging stuffed uniform that my dad, ever the joker, left for him.

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This one isn’t mine, but it’s still kinda creepy.

When I was a kid, my dad worked at a lumber yard. The store was big, and it had displays of doors and windows, stacks of trim, nail bins, etc. He was a manager, so he often had to stay late to close up or to handle shipments that came in at odd times.

He came home one night a little frazzled and said that he felt nervous in the store all by himself that evening, which had never happened before. He kept feeling like someone was in the building, standing behind him. When he would turn to look over his shoulder, he thought he could see, out of the corner of his eye, someone stepping back behind one of the displays or behind a corner. This happened several times that evening.

To make it even weirder, he got a call that night that his aunt, uncle, and a cousin that he had been close to all died in a car accident that evening.

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I used to live in the upper of a 100+ year old house. Quite often I would hear distinct footsteps in the attic. The only way to get into the attic was through my apartment, so I would know if anyone was up there. My apartment filled the entire floor, so I wasn’t hearing a neighbor. Also, when I would hear those steps, my cat would sit at the end of the hall leading to the attic and stare at the door. She wouldn’t do this any other time.

I think that the house was haunted by two little girls. I have no evidence for 2 or for girls, just a feeling…

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Hiking in Florida is always good for some creepy moments.

Because, you see, one or two strands of a web are very hard to see when they cross a trail. Then, when you feel them on you and brush them off, and STILL feel strands on you, you can’t tell if it’s a spider web, or a live spider…

Last time, even thought I was “brushing ahead” of me with a stick, I still ran through a few strands of a web. I felt a LARGE thing on my head, and brushed my head , to no avail, it was MOVING. I dropped everything, including my glasses, and hightailed it along the trail, brushing my head all the way. Then it took me a good 10 minutes to find my glasses again (I can still see, they were just hidden!)

And did I mention this was in 100 degree weather, and the incident did nothing to slow my metabolism…

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(It’s not a supernatural story, so I hope this qualifies as it was just weird. )

When I was living in Victoria, I used to park my car near the Princess Mary restaurant and walk across the bridge to get to work.

One morning I parked near a white pickup truck. The door was slightly ajar and the engine was running. There wasn’t anyone around but other than thinking that it was kind of odd, I headed to work.

When I returned, the truck was still there and the door still ajar. I peeked into the window and saw the keys in the ignition. It bothered me enough that I went to the restaurant and called the police to report it.

I still have no idea what happened and sure wish I did! For all I know it was someone who was drunk and decided not to drive, leaving the truck there. Of course my sordid imagination created scarier tales. :smiley:

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This is probably the freakiest thing to happen to me, though it didn’t really happen to me.

In my senior year of high school (2000) a movie was released called “Final Destination.” In it, a group of kids take a plane to France, but it explodes. Well, my high school had a group of kids going to France (not me, though, I went to Italy.) One kid made the mistake of seeing the movie…well, first off, the kids going were already freaked out from hearing about a movie with a plane with kids going to France blowing up, but to make it even worse, it turned out that the name of the high school in the movie was the same as my high school’s!

Since we didn’t have any contact with the other group while we were both in Europe, nor with home (no reason to,) we never got to find out that they were, in fact, still alive until we got back.