Has anyone heard their name being called? I swear once I really heard someone say my name (and yes, I was home alone).
Also, I don't like being in big, empty buildings. Not all buildings, just some weird me out. All that empty space, I guess. Same with deep water; no telling what's moving around below me.I’m always scared that when I’m taking a poo, a watermoccasin is going to swim through the pipes and bite me on the nutsack. Consequently, I poo pretty quick.
Doc few people realize that turtles can vocalize and it is a very weird sound. I think the turtle was just protecting it’s turf. Perhaps it was a female who just laid eggs and was protecting it’s nest.
I used to own and operate a single screen movie theatre. One night after the show was over and all the customers had left. (I watched them all leave and checked the building) I was about to leave to make the nightly deposit. (a rather pathetic one probably) Anyway the office was upstairs by the projection booth. As I was about to start down the stiars I heard the desticnt sound of a quarter being dropped onto the hard tile floor of the concession stand.
I held my breath for a while and after no other sound I decided not to fight for the money and I threw the deposit bag to the bottom of the stairs and said loudly ‘just take it’ and went back to the booth. A few minutes later with a hammer in hand I went down. The bag was still there and I was apparently the only person in the building.
I looked around and didn’t find a quarter on the floor.
“You’re neighbor is Satan. You’ve got to kill him before he gets you. But you’ve got to do it just right, because you can only kill Satan in a very particular way. But don’t worry, I know how to do it. I’ll tell you exactly what to do… Right after a word from our sponsor!”
I was wondering, as I was perusing this thread, whether I should post my feeble little story or not. Aaahh, why not?
When I was about ten or so I was at home, sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book. The rest of the family was in the aptly-named family room watching the television. From the darkened hallway next to the kitchen, opposite the side of the house the family room was on, I heard someone call my name; quite clearly. I got up from the table and went to the hallway, expecting one of my parents to be there calling me and found the hall completely empty. And completely dark which made it worse somehow. It was at this point that I freaked and ran into the family room to be with everyone else, although I never told any of them about it. Weird indeed.
'Course, I’m a little odd all by myself.
I was at work one night not very long after moving to my new house (I live alone) and decided to call my phone number just to see if it worked. As the phone rang and I waited for the machine to pick up I had the briefest weird thought-what if someone there picked up the phone and answered and it was me?
And yes, I did used to watch the Twilight Zone a lot.
I also made the mistake of telling some people at work about that little notion.
They give me a slightly wider berth now. 
Not my name, but I have once heard a voice speak to me, quite clearly, when I was a young lad.
I have never had a repeat of this and do not want to!
This opening line could only be made more…vivid…with dropping the letter T. [channeling Christopher Lowell}Changes the entire mood! [/]
Great story, you need to post more to prove that you are of this realm.
This opening line could only be made more…vivid…with dropping the letter T. [channeling Christopher Lowell}Changes the entire mood! [/]
Great story, you need to post more to prove that you are of this realm. **
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My parents had a few paintings and statues of people with their eyes closed. I had many nightmares as a child of walking through that room at night and seeing them all suddenly ‘wake up’.
Now, if I’m ever near a hallway where the far end is in total darkness, (especially if I have my back turned toward it), I imagine the end of the hall turning into a giant tooth-filled mouth and seeing screaming, gibbering Lovecraftian death come hurtling out of the blackness at me.
For some reason, it feel kind of neat.
I catch glimpses of people that aren’t there all the time.
I find the nursery song ‘My Grandfather’s Clock’ really creepy.
“Ninety years without slumbering - ticktock, ticktock
His life seconds numbering - ticktock, ticktock
But it stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died.”
I sit here reading these posts,B]knowing full well** that they will give me the heebie-jeebies…and I do it anyway. :eek:
The man outside is looking at you.
Once I thought the neighbor across the street was hanging from a cross in her yard.
I don’t know why I’m sitting in the dark reading these, giving myself a heebie-jeebies. Oh yeah, for classics like this:
and this
Those laughs are worth the jeebie-heebies. 
I kinda wish I had a story…
Those pictures that came out in the 50’s-60’s of the sad, big headed children with the large doe eyes. Those paintings creep me out. To this day I don’t know why ANYONE would want those spooky images on their walls.
Oh, and those damn clowns. All of them. I hate them. Eeeeeegh.
I don’t remember exactly when, but whenever the rabies scare was at full tilt in New York one of our neighbors had a raccoon shot in her yard, which turned out to be infected. The next day a raccoon crossed our front yard just as my mom pulled into the driveway. I was terrified to make a run for the house until it was long, long gone.
That night I was in my bedroom, with two windows looking out onto a flat portion of the roof, and I swore there was something looking in. I was convinced it was the raccoon coming to get me (how it planned to get through the window was not important :)). My mom came and promised me that if there was something then it was one of our cats, but I still hate looking out my window when it’s dark, for fear of what I (or my overactive imagination) will see.
Originally posted by Sam Hell
Has anyone heard their name being called? I swear once I really heard someone say my name (and yes, I was home alone).
Yes I have.
Probably a message from the other side…of another of those mysterious ‘vents’.
Well I heard that if you hear your name being called then it is actually your guardian angel telling you that they’ve “got your back” so to speak, and not to be afraid.
Them who believe in such things say that Angels are not really a christian thing but that all people who die go through a patch of looking out for the living as a process of dealing with their own death.
Probably bollocks but I just love the idea. I hear my name whispered to me alot. It used to freak me out until I heard this theory.
Anyway my story: good friend of mine alomst died of glandular fever. A few months afterwards when she was out of danger I had this dream.
In the dream she was dead. She had taken some bad ‘E’ and just dropped dead on the dance floor. The freaky thing is that while in the ‘real world’ I was only asleep for one night, in the dream four days passed…
I remember going to bed and waking up ADN SHE WAS STILL DEAD. I rember going to her funeral, comforting her parents and dropping out of varsity because I couldnt handle the guilt and when I finally woke up for real I couldnt tell if I was really awake or not. I had to wait until I actually saw her in the flesh before I could believe that it had only been a dream.
That was by far the most horrible experience of my life.
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when i was a kid, I had a dream about this really creepy psycho who had taken over my grandparents farm. I tried to sneak back around the house and he caught me. He pointed a gun at my head and fired. I must have jumped, and one of my stereo speakers that I had balanced on the headboard of my bed fell and hit me in the head waking me up. So in the dream, the guy fires the gun, and i wake up from the speaker landing my head, its pitch black, and my head hurts. Took a few seconds to realize that I wasnt dead…
Ok, this is not so much creepy as me being stupid. When I was in highschool I listened to Pink Floyd’s The Wall constantly, it was my favorite record. Buried in the mix was the sound of someone calling my name- it sounded exactly like someone shouting while you’re wearing headphones. No matter how many times I listened to it I’d always freak out when I heard that.