I have stared at a pretty woman many times. Usually, you get a smile, a frown, or not acknowledged at all. But I never thought someone thought it was creepy.
I thought mattk was funny, first with his Bundy remark and then with the betwixt comment. Obviously “betwixt” is not a “gratuitous” word as used because without it the sentence would make no sense, but most people would have said “between” instead. mattk made light of the usage in the humorous vein of this thread and it was funny.
I’m pretty creepy. Or at least I was at one Halloween party—as a “party favor,” I’d brought a coffee-table book of police crime-scene shots from the 1920s. Everyone was delighted and crowded around, going “ewww!”
Anyway, I was chatting up a nice young man and blithely said to him, “so, do you like looking at pictures of dead bodies?” For some reason, he avoided me the rest of the night.
People who wear tight jeans and leather jackets with no shirt underneath.
I find it creepy that people fight over the word “betwixt.”
Or here’s another option. My first apartment was a two story townhouse deal, over the ground floor apartment. After living there for almost a year, I got to see the ground floor apartment, after getting the psycho bitch who lived there evicted (whole other story.) The new girl who moved in showed me the door to the bathroom, which looked to have had a padlock on the outside. (it had the holes in the doorframe for screws, etc.) The door opened inwardly into the bathroom, so they were either trying to lock someone in, or lock someone out. Either way, it’s wierd.
Overtly creepy: Riding in a taxicab, at night, alone, when the driver starts telling me all about the true-crime book he’s reading. Starts describing the crimes of a serial killer in great detail. I threw money on the seat and hopped out at the next traffic light.
Creepy in Homer’s Dad’s Rubber Glove kind of way: When someone insists on holding eye contact way past the normal point in conversation - you feel like you are in an undeclared staring contest.
Two guys and a girl wearing trenchcoats, all known to be smarter than average, slightly morbid, and not quite totally sane…but I don’t see anything wrong with that :D. But everybody else did…guess who got dragged into the school cop’s office on 4-21-99 because he “fit the profile”
Red velvet wall is casinos are vaguely creepy.
Certain software updates strike me initially as creepy, especially when they are just nameless secret features. After I get used to them, I decide I like them. Anyway, the creepiest is the function wherein you start typing a URL in your Address line of your browser, and it guesses the rest of the URL. Mind reading? Of course, I understand that function now, but I didn’t before.
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.
Oooh, Xizor, yeah, it is. That’s happened to me a few times. You get a ‘not quite right’ feeling.
–Tim
This may take a while…
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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.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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! 
I’m all creeped out just reading this!
OK, two examples:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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When I’m at work and I smile or say hi to a customer, and they just stare. Ewwww.
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!!
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.
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.”
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.