I’ll bet they both scream.
I’d feel a whole lot better after reading that if we were in an area that actually had coyotes. 
Sheri
I’m not aware of all suburban Maryland wildlife, so maybe that was a possibility.
Sheri
Some people think it’s creepy that I have a hatchet in my room.
I think it’s creepy cause I don’t know where it came from. It’s just laying there beside my bed. Been there for a few years, I’ve never really thought to take it out of my room. I guess most folks think I’m overly paranoid afraid someone is gonna come through my balcony door of the night. shrug
I was on a Hobie Cat off the coast of South Carolina. It was a sunny day. There were 4 of us onboard. We were about 3/4 mile offshore and rolling over some decent swells, some were cresting a bit and it was a fun sail. My cousin and I had our eyes on the swell in front of us, and as we looked into the trough, we both saw the strangest object - it was a large (8 - 10 ft long) blob of tissue. It was glimmering and pink/purpleish in color, but wasn’t translucent like a jellyfish. I had never seen a man-of-war in that area before and ruled out both. It looked more solid than either jellyfish or man-of war, and spread itself on the surface of the water. My cousin and I both witnessed this and we all agreed to make another pass. When we came back around there was nothing in sight. Not scary but kind of creepy. I’d still like to know what we saw.
I have a bucket that’s in a raised garden area. I went to grab it this weekend, but noticed that an ant mound had been built between the bucket and the wall of the garden. I quickly moved the bucket away from the wall.
And got a cross-section of a fire-ant mound.
Ewwwwwwww
Ants scurried everywhere, mound, bucket, bucket contents, ground in the sort of angry panic that fire ants tend to do. There were eggs all inside the mound. Ants were carrying and tossing eggs down lower. There were tunnels everywhere. I watched for a minute in car-wreck mode before finding something else to do and swearing to get out the Amdro.
It was a warm summer Friday night in Maine. I was 11 years old at the time. My mother had gone out for the night on a date, and my 10 year old brother went to a friend’s house to spend the night, about a mile away.
I sat on the couch, watching television, munching on a bag of chips when I heard something from our basement. Keep in mind we lived pretty far out in the country, and our house had acres of forest behind it that eventually led to a lake and some cottages. We were told to never play in the woods because hunters might mistake us for deer. Also, this was not long after my mind was permanently scarred from seeing commercials for The Shining (the boy running through the maze and snow freaked me out) and The Changeling (the wheelchair on the landing).
At first, I played it off, thinking it was the wind, or perhaps I misheard something over the crunching of my chips, so after five minutes, hearing nothing else, I went back to watching television.
Then I heard the basement door open and close. Whoever(whatever) did it was making no attempt to be sneaky. The people who owned the house before my mother lived ONLY in the basement, as the house was never finished before they left. It was also only a half basement, with a hole in the wall that looked into a large patch of dirt (where they were buried is what I always thought).
My heart was racing by this point. Were the people coming back to claim their property? Did somebody (or something) come out of the woods, knowing I was home alone.
At this point I was terrified and listened intently for more noises from the basement, hearing nothing, and still far too afraid to leave the couch.
A loud thump on one of the steps in the basement that leads to the kitchen. Again, whatever is doing this is making no attempt to be quiet about it. I knew it would not be a burglar (who likes to go undiscovered) but a psycho-knife-wielding murderer who wanted to paint the walls with my blood (I had recently seen photos from the book Helter Skelter).
Another thump on the next step. And another. I don’t know where the courage came from, but instead of hiding in a closet, or running out the back door (what was the point, the killer would find me, or catch me in the woods, after all, I’m just a kid), I took my empty glass Coke bottle and wielded it like a knife over my head and stood in front of the basement door.
Another step, and another. They are coming slightly faster, but very much not hurried. I hear no sounds of breathing, but the thumps get louder as whatever it was approached the top. At what had to be the tenth step, I swung open the door, screaming, glass bottle flailing wildly at whatever it was.
It was my brother, and his best friend. They were bored so they hopped on their bikes, rode over (in the country, at night, they were much more fearless than I) and decided to freak me out. It worked, and I can only be glad I did not injure them with my badly aimed bottle flailing.
God, Llama, if I were you I would have just killed your brother. What a terrifying story!
When I was 19, I lived in an apartment with a walk-in closet and bathroom off my bedroom.
I was sometimes woken up in the middle of the night, only when it was really quiet, to my name being hissed in a quick, hushed, sinister fashion;
“SSSssssssally”
I would bolt upright in bed, wide-eyed with terror, flip on the light, try to remember what I was dreaming and if it had woken me up.
After months of this occuring once or twice a week, always very late at night when my roommate was asleep, and there was no TV, traffic, or AC noise, I started to think maybe I was going crazy. Really disturbed me.
Then, one night at 3 am, I happened to be in the bathroom, when…
it happened…
Neighbor behind me, with bathroom backing up to mine, used the facitilities in the dead of night, and flushed. Being right next to the wall, I could hear the swishing whine followed by the quick gelug of the toilet.
“SSSSSSSSSSSSally”
:rolleyes:
IANA Marine Biologist, but maybe it was a giant squid, or part of one. They’ve been known to come near the surface when alive, and definitely when dead, if they aren’t too scavenged. If so, I’m insanely jealous of your sighting.
Nothing to add, must peruse old creepy threads.
I have seen two Ghosts in my lifetime, possibly three.
First time:
(this story sounds like I am making it up because it is so corney, but it really happened)
This was when I was 13 or so. My friend lived in an old Rowhouse in Charleston built in the late 1700’s. It was originally owned by a Ship Captain who regularly traveled to Bermuda and the Carribean to bring mercantiles for sale. One time he didn’t come back…his ship sank (I don’t know why).
Anyway, it seems this guy has hung out in the attic ever since. No, really, I know that sounds so untrue, but that’s the way it was. My friend lived on the top floor (of three) and when I spent the night you could sometimes here the guy moving around. How, you ask? This is the worst part…he had a wooden leg. I swear I am not making this up. You could here him walking around up there…shuffle thud, shuffle thud. This person never bothered the family outside of that…very benevolent. Anyway, one night I thought it might be a good idea to look in on this dude as the family had never seen the ghost. We heard him walking around. The attic access was another set of stairs with a trapdoor at the top. I went up there and cracked open the door and looked around but didn’t see anything. Later, at night, we started moving around again so I decided to take another peak. This time I saw the guy. OK, let me explain this part:
This is mid summer in Charleston in an attic. I don’t know if it was me being scared or what, but the attic was about 20 degrees colder than anywhere else. The ghost was moving away from me…all I could see was from the waist up…very blurry figure with some sort of hat on ( I think) as it was smudged almost…but you could definately hear him walking away. He turned and started walking back my way (not directly towards me, though). I could just make out some sort of facial features, but everything was hazy, not blurry, but hazzy, like a mist was surrounding him. I felt no ill will from him…I don’t think he even knew I was there. They have seen him once or twice more, but normally just let him be.
Second Time:
This was in a house we were renting in Asheville
Background: Our landlady at the time told us that a number of years ago an older lesbian (she inferred this) couple were living in the house and one killed the other. I don’t know why or how long ago this was.
So, one night I’m at home bymyself. This was unusual because the house was usually full of people. Two cats lived there and they were sleeping with me…round about 2 am they started FREAKING OUT. Running around, meowing that weird deep throated sound and generally going carzy. I woke up with a start and saw this old fat lady walking THROUGH THE WALL and TOWARDS MY BED. She crossed over the foot of my bed and over my feet and through the other wall. As soon as she was gone the cats stopped freaking and got back on the bed. This scared the crap out of me and I stayed awake the rest of the night. I never saw anything again, though, but I was always skittish when in the house alone at night. I know, I’m a scaredy cat.
I definitely felt bad vibes coming off this one…not directed towrds me, but just negitive in nature. She was very clear and I could see her whole body. It wasn’t see through, but translucent. And she was walking, not floating like the other guy.
Third time:
This happened up at a place called the Devil’s Courthouse in the Blue Ridge Mountains near Asheville. This is a strange little spot as it is one of the 4 places on the planet where two mountain ranges cross at right angles. Many people here feel like this creates an energy “vertex” or “nexus” and it iconsidered a very spiritual and powerful place. A friend and I were up there camping in the summer a couple of years ago. Late in the evening a thunderstorn came rolling up…this is pretty standard for the area. It got very windy and lightening was striking far off, moving closer to us. But, above the wind we heard another sound…some sort of chanting. This was coming from a flat field at the top of the courthouse area, a few minutes from our campsite. We went to take a look.
(My eyes have already started to water when writing this thinking about what we saw.)
There was a fire up there…a camp fire or something. Around the fire there was a person dancing. I fairly tall and lanky person, dancing and howling. I remember he had, of all goofy things, a top hat on (or something similar). Mix this with the lightening strikes and wind and it is spooky. But that isn’t all.
The fire was whipped upo into a frenzy, and this thing started dancing more fantically and chanting howling more loudly.
Then, I sh#t you not, the fire plum went out.
The person was still dancing but we could only see him backlit by the lightening.
(I seriously have goosebumps now)
He was holding his arms out away from his body, parallel to the ground.
They started to grow outwards. With each flash we saw them get longer and longer until they were impossibly long, flying about. I would say each was more than 10 feet long.
I never went back to get my tent or camping gear. I don’t even like to drive by there on the blue ridge parkway.
These mountains are the oldest in the world and, I think, very powerful.
In college, I was lying on the couch that was on the screened-in porch of the house I lived in at the time. I was reading, and got the feeling that something odd was going on. I looked up, and some guy in a car was pointing a camera at me. Reflexively, I ducked down under the level of the screens, crouched my way over to the door, and peeked out. The car was driving off by then. It just weirded me out, sitting there minding my own business and some stranger is photographing me.
OMG that fucker!!! 
there is a plane wreck, vintage late 50’s/early 60’s up in the mountains where i grew up. pretty remote so, not too many get up there, but there is still quite a bit of stuff up there, including…
a pile of shoes, found over the years. neatly stacked on a rock with a cross.
not much is left of them, just soles and heels, but still very creepy.
Not me, but it happened to my brother. We were pretty small (he was around 6, maybe?, which would have made me around 8), and we were getting ready to go to bed, so it was sometime in the evening, when I heard him let out a shrill scream. I ran to my mothers room to find him sobbing in her arms. When I asked what happened, she said that he said that as he was walking by the doorway to his room, he had heard someone whisper his name. He doesn’t remember this, but I remember being very freaked out by it.
I live in the Adirondacks and most of my job is camping in different areas of the Adirondack park. I camp for almost 1/4 of the year (for the past 6 years) all over the park in all seasons and in all conditions. I talk to many other experienced campers/hikers who also explore the park. I have never heard anything like what you describe. I’m almost 100% sure it’s not something normally found in the Adirondack park.
And I think my listed “location” might be the reason behind some of the stories here.