Creepy Experiences and Sights

In My Humble Opinion
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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.

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Ummm…that might not have been a dream. :eek:

Back in 98, I was driving home from work, & the weather was dangerous. Not bad…dangerous!
I was in a remote area between Smyrna & Dogpatch, where there is nothing but prefab sheet-steel warehouses & tumbledown old barns. Not even a drainage ditch.

The sky turns green.

:eek:

I look to my left.
There, about a mile across the fields, is a tornado.

I floor it, breaking the speed limit, as there is no place to shelter at all.

Two cars ahead of me block the road completely, one in each lane!

I can’t get around them, & they’re both doing 5 mph slower than the limit!!!

I start blowing my horn & flashing my lights like crazy.

Nothing.

We go like this for 3 or 4 miles, before the shoulder gets ide enough to pass em on the right.

One of them gives me the finger, as I go by…

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Scariest thing I ever experienced happened while I was driving on a Freeway in Detroit when I was about 17. Since the freeway goes through the city, there were plenty of overpasses. As I was coming up to one of the overpasses, I noticed a person standing on the edge of the overpass, and something just didn’t feel right to me.

I realized that he was above and straight ahead of my car, so I quickly got my car into the next lane to the right at about the same time he dove off - like he was diving into a pool. He dove into the lane I was just in a second before and hit the pavement head first pretty much even with my car. If I had stayed in that lane, I’m sure he would have hit somewhere on my car.

I remember thinking, “That couldn’t really have happened”, and checked my mirror, and yeah, there was a body in the next lane. I think I shook all the way home. I wasn’t too keen on freeway driving for a LONG time after that.

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Some might say this one isn’t very creepy, especially compared to what’s already been shared. Maybe they’d be right. But it was damned chilling at the time.

It was maybe 9 years ago, and I was hacking around a military flight simulator game (Hornet 2.0, to be exact.) I was trying out an editing program that let you change the types and behaviors of the aircraft and vehicles. (In Hex instructions, which had been partially deciphered by trial and error. No maps, either—all the coordinates were pure numbers. And you had to quit and relaunch the game to make the changes take effect—so, on a 33mhz Mac, each edit must have taken almost ten minutes to work. Good times, good times…)

Anyway, one of the game’s default training missions, over Hawaii, has a few Navy fighters flying peacefully around, occasionally landing and taking off again, etc. I was having fun changing them to the other types of aircraft available in the game—MiGs, helicopters, bombers, and whatnot.

So, one day, I changed the aircraft to a B-52 bomber, and tinkered with a few other settings, and launched the game.

So I get into the air, flying over Pearl Harbor, checking some radar returns, when all of a sudden, the cockpit shudders and I hear a distinctive pew-pew-pew noise—I’m taking cannon fire. I think I saw some tracers go overhead, so I switched to a rear view…and was treated to one of the scariest things I’ve ever seen.

The B-52, which I hadn’t paid any attention to, had found me, pulled onto my six-o-clock and, at VERY close range, was blazing away at me with forward cannon. A second or two after I looked back, almost like it KNEW I had seen it, it ceased fire, and banked away sharply—probably to make another pass. Bombers just don’t move like that one did, normally. I remember those wings…those looming wings…

And I tell you, there is nothing like seeing such a huge aircraft take you completely by surprise, and soaring around with such hideous grace…and knowing that it, in whatever it has for a “mind,” wants to kill you.

It must be what a mouse feels like when it’s hunted by an owl.

Afterwards, after quickly quitting the game, I figured out that I’d set the other plane to be on an “enemy” side, and that it’s instructions had either been strict or loose enough that it still thought it was a fighter, not a bomber. I don’t think I could have replicated it if I tried. (Or wanted to.)

It was just a game, not even the best of it’s time, graphics wise. The level was set during the daytime, and it was day when I played it.

But…those wings…

Y’know, as a matter of fact, my grandfather once drove a hearse when he was a teenager, and supposedly one of the…passengers (patients? corpse units?) did just that. I don’t remember the details (like how fast it moved, etc.) aside from that it startled him.

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R.O.U.S.es?

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As long as it didn’t start moaning for BRAAAIIINNNS!!!, he was probably safe…

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The only event I can really think of is in my apartment in bloomington one day my roommate was gone for the night. I was on the computer when I decided to go to the store. As I was about to open the door I noticed the sliding door lock was shut. This is one of those locks that you has a knob on it and you slide it to lock the door from the inside. Since I was the only one there and I didn’t lock it that was a pretty creepy experience. I ended up checking every closet and square inch of the apartment with a knife just in case someone had done snuck in and done that. I figured it just slid shut on its own so I took it off the door and put it back on in such a way that it couldn’t lock the door anymore.

A couple of weeks later my roommate admitted to something else that creeped him out at the apartment and he checked all the closets too but I forget what it was.

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9th grade Natural Sciences included dissection.

We did earthworms first, then frogs, fishes (which anyway half the girls and a quarter of the guys had dissected before, only until then it had been called “cleaning” instead), chickens and mammals.

The chickens and rabbits came from a local farm: they gave us the ones that wouldn’t pass the vet inspection, so we knew they’d have things that were wrong.

But we also got kittens. And this is the creepy part. The teacher couldn’t work up the cojones to kill them, so she starved them instead. She kept them in her office; the first week we could hear them cry, later the crying got weaker and weaker, until it stopped. We offered repeatedly to do the killing ourselves: many of us had killed homegrown chickens and rabbits. We considered our own method much more decent. But she refused to let us help.

Each class got two kittens and four rabbits. My own group had a rabbit, the group in the table to our right had a kitten. At one point, everybody next table says something along the lines of “gross!” One of them says, calmly “ma’am?” “yes?” “I think this one is what’s called a vivisection, ma’am. You know, I ain’t got nothing against chopping animals, but I’d rather wring their neck first, like I’d offered to do, if you remember.” Then he cut something and lifted the kitten’s still-beating heart.

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I once dreamed, very vividly, that I was killed in the middle of a large city by a blinding explosion. I have nightmares every so often, but I always wake up thankful that nothing about them is real – this is the only such dream I’ve had that scared me so badly that I actually seriously considered the possibility that it was some kind of an omen. I was set to take a trip to visit friends in New York not long after that, and we were even spending a weekend in Manhattan, so I got to spend a week and a half trying to figure out what I’d do if I knew I were going to die very soon. It turns out that I go to class.

I am not normally creeped out by the usual things like being alone in the dark or strange noises, and it’s pretty hard to get me to shriek by sneaking up on me. Right now a small group of us are preparing a large university residence hall for summer conferences, and the wing I’m in has very small top and bottom floors, maybe six rooms each, connected to absolutely nothing but the stairwell that gets you there. Nobody in them at all. My co-worker won’t go through them after dark. I keep telling her that the dead people can’t do much to her, and there aren’t any live ones in there but us. XD

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Can an actual corpse sit up (rigor mortis, muschle contractions)? And is it true that if you hold a flame to a dead hand the heat will cause the muscles to contract and the fingers to move?

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No. An actual corpse cannot sit up. Someone not quite dead yet, who was erroneously believed to be dead, can sit up. Corpses don’t sit unless they died in a chair.

I am reminded of a short shocking conversation yesterday with a police officer. Most officers who grace my morgue are the cream of the elite, the homicide detectives, who are not only good at what they do (and far smarter on the street than I am) but who also get jokes, and are aware of the world, and don’t make dumbass mistakes. Your average police officer, on the other hand, may have some surprising blind spots.

We’re talking about a guy shot four times, two of them through the head; each of those shots (as I showed her on the body) went right through the brain. She’s trying to elucidate for her boss, who told her to ask the question, which two came first. I explain that I can’t tell from the body, but you might be able to tell from the scene, from blood spatter and cartridge casings and so forth. For instance, after the two shots that hit the liver, he could have run a little distance, since it takes a while to bleed enough into the belly that he would have to collapse. But I don’t know for sure if he was hit first in the head or the belly. She frowns and says, “So after the two head shots, he could keep running?”

No, lady. Shoot you through the brain, you fall down. You might not be dead yet, because your heart’ll still be beating for a couple of minutes, but you’re on your way to dead. You definitely can’t lift your arms. Or your legs. Or speak your dying words of blame and love. Or walk. Or fricking RUN. You are COMATOSE. You have LOST THE USE OF YOUR BRAIN. (I suppose, with the way hers worked, she didn’t see that as an insuperable obstacle)

Corpses can sit up even less than that guy could run.

Rigor mortis is caused by all the ATP (adenosine triphosphate, a substance the body uses for temporary energy storage) in the muscle going to ADP as it spontaneously hydrolyzes. It is a general process because it occurs on a molecular level in every muscle cell at the same time. You don’t get the complex series of opposing movements that you would need to sit up.

I have handled a lotta dead guys, stiff, not stiff yet, past stiff, waaaay past stiff. One thing you notice right away about a dead guy is they don’t move themselves. They’re kinda. Object like. Like a toaster. You know, dead. They may fart (particularly if you manipulate them), but they don’t, you know, sit up.

My toaster sat up once, though.

No it didn’t.

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Okay, so no spontaneous muscle movement, but how about this scenario? Guy dies sitting up in his chair. Body not discovered until after it’s completely rigid, which leaves him in a permanent sitting position. At the viewing, his torso is held flat, level with his legs, by means of straps. Then the straps break and he reverts to a sitting position. Possible, or UL?

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:frowning: I miss New Orleans.

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My dreams are extremly realisitc. Even if they’re weird and implausible, I have to tell myself that it was just a dream and didn’t really happen. And if I wake up for a few minutes then go back to sleep, or if I’m not totally awake, my mind will process whatever happened in that time as a dream.

So it was hot one night and I decided to sleep with my window open. Sometime throughout the night I woke up and saw this hand moving my curtain. I says aloud, I says, “What the hell?”

Then when I woke up in the morning I just thought it was another weird dream. I go to close my window only to find the screen on the floor mangled and footprints.

That happened six years ago, I have still yet to sleep with the window open.