the creepiest thing to ever happen to me was about 5 years ago. The guestling was 2 years old, and we had just put him to bed mmmm, about half an hour before. The way our furniture is set up in our living room, I can look down the hall and just see a small sliver of his bed. Well, all of the sudden he sat straight up and was looking down the hall at me. He didn’t move or make any sound, just sat there looking. I figured he was actually asleep even though his eyes were open and after a few minutes of not getting the expected flop back down and resume snoring I decided to go into his room and see if I could get him to lay back down. He followed my movements the whole way to the side of his bed by turning his head. Not one single movement of any facial or eye muscles, totally slack and devoid of any expression. Totally creeped me out and still does even now recounting it here. I mean, it was my son, but he wasn’t awake in there at all.
I don’t really consider this creepy, although I’m sure that some people would. This is a story about precognition.
When I was in high school, my aunt died in a car wreck. One of my cousins called to tell us about it. The instant that the phone started to ring, I knew – I absolutely, positively, 100% KNEW – that my aunt was dead. I knew it beyond the shadow of any possible doubt.
It is impossible to over-emphasize how definitely I knew it. Try to think of something that you’re 100% positive about–for instance, if you’re wearing clothes while you’re reading this, there wouldn’t be even the slightest hint of doubt in your mind that you’re wearing clothes. That’s how strongly I knew it. But then the “rational” part of my brain took over, and I thought, “No, that can’t be.” But it was.
Also, when we were traveling to the funeral (in another state), we stopped about halfway for the night. During the night, my aunt visited my grandma (her mother) in a dream.
Another experience:
Some years later, a few weeks after my grandpa died, I was out for a walk, thinking about various things, and missing him. As I walked along, I became aware of his presence walking beside me. It wasn’t a visible or audible presence, but one that was felt. He didn’t stay for very long, but it’s a memory that I will always treasure.
One night shortly after my beagle passed away I dreamed that she was at the side of my bed. She was a short beagle and would do this hopping motion to get up on the bed. In my dream I heard her doing that motion so I woke up (like woke up in my dream - I knew I was dreaming, I knew my dog was gone, and I felt like I’d been given this one last moment with her.) I reached over the bed, picked her up and tucked her in beside me. She faded away and then I woke up for real.
Two stories, one old and one very recent.
My parents’ house has the all the bedrooms on the top floor. When I was a kid, I hated staying there alone, because of what I called “the feeling”. “The feeling” was not something that happened all the time. It wasn’t sudden either. It was a sense of pure dread that would sneak up on me. I likened it to a veil that would slowly fall from the ceiling and rest on everything. It was invisible but almost palpable. The air felt thicker and I was sure that I was being watched by something that was pure hatred. I’d rush downstairs in a state of absolute panic as soon as it started. The staircase was built in such a way that you first had three steps leading to a landing and then the main flight of stairs at 180° so that you were facing the bedrooms. I was so terrified that I didn’t even dare to look at them, blindly running as fast as I could.
I still got “the feeling” when I was in a teenager but by then, I had grown somewhat defiant. I’d say things like: "Oh, you again. OK, I’ll leave soon, but first, you’re going to let me finish what I’m doing (reading a page from a book or listening to a song, for instance). But no matter how brave I thought I was, there’s no way I’d have stayed more than a couple of minutes once I’d felt it.
When I was 16 or so, my parents left me and my younger brother alone for the evening. We went to our bedrooms and started listening to some records. At one point, my brother told me that he was going to get something to eat in the kitchen downstairs and, after a pause, I said that I was going to go with him. He was already on the landing but looked at me and said something like: “Yeah, it’s not fun to stay here all alone.” I was silent for a second and then asked him what he meant. He answered: “Well, don’t you get this strange feeling sometimes ?” There was no need to add anything, we both knew. We didn’t say a word for a couple of minutes and, once we started speaking again, we had changed the subject completely.
Now to the recent one.
I woke up around 2 a.m. last night and couldn’t go back to sleep immediately. After about one hour awake, I was lying on my left side and was absolutely sure that someone was standing on the other side of the bed, behind my back. I’ve had sleep paralysis before and that was not it. I knew I could have moved as soon as I wanted to but I felt that moving would have been a very bad idea. Then, at one point, I felt something ice-cold touching the back of my head. Amazingly, I fell asleep shortly after that but woke up again and I saw the door open. I expected my wife to come in but instead, I saw a black silhouette in the opening, Prince of Darkness style".
I’m sure that they were those kinds of hallucinations you have when you’re not really asleep anymore, but not fully awake yet. Yet, they were not fun at all.
When we were kids my mom gathered us together one summer morning and said she had a “bad feeling” about something and we were to stay inside and play instead of running around with our friends outside.
This was the '70s in a small town and kids ran free 'n feral. Our stomping grounds included a rather deep irrigation canal where we swam and tubed with just peer supervision (yeah, it was a different era).
That afternoon one of our playmates drowned in the canal. He wasn’t missed for a while and they didn’t find his body until nightfall.
Mom’s premonitions – or whatever they were – happened a few times. Sometimes nothing bad happened; the one other truly creepy occurrence was keeping us close the day a young cousin asphyxiated on a wheat stalk (the head of the wheat stalk went down the “pointy way” and he couldn’t get it out).
Mom’s called a few times during my adulthood to say she had a bad feeling and asked me to be very careful. Nothing bad has happened, but it’s still very creepster . . .
Interesting!
Ok, I have a creepy hospital story. I worked my way thru college as a Security guard. I had one assignment working in old private hospital in receivership. No one else, all the real valuable removed, but beds, etc still there.
In the middle was this super heavy door, with steel reinforcing and extra locks on the outside. Small glass panel, shut from the other side. No signs, nothing.
At nite, and only at nite, I’d hear noises from behind that door. Creaking, knocking etc. The other guard heard them also.
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The summer after I watched my friend get hit and killed by a car was a weird one, for more reasons than just that. All of us in the house had weird experiences from time to time, we joked about it since they happened so often.
Once though, telling a good friend about some of the weird stuff (things moving to other locations when you slept, weird sounds, dog acting weird) I said, “Holy s***, something just touched my leg!” We both froze and looked at my leg, I was wearing jeans. As we watched, the material gave and showed a lengthening dent from mid-shin to mid thigh.
Like if you run your finger up along someone’s pant leg, minus any visible finger. Definitely weird. Definitely creepy.
Child story: my three-year-old liked to sing. One morning she woke me up by standing beside my bed, and in her high sweet child voice singing:
No explanation was ever forthcoming, but it’s probably the fastest I’ve ever gotten out of bed.
Do not open
Dead here
http://i.stack.imgur.com/klNQk.jpgDid it look anything like this?
No, sorry.
Ok, imagine a corridor, with worn faded, yellowed and cracked linoleum. The walls are hospital green, but faded with nicotine stains higher up- the old Fluorescent bulbs flicker.
Normal doorways, except one, with a heavy wood door, heavily iron reinforced, with steel reinforced lintels and doorway. The door has a large lock, then a bar with a padlock, then a chain with a HUGE lock. Inset is a small glass window- which can only be opened from inside.
At nite- Muffled knocking, thumping and creaking noises come from behind the door. There is no one else in the whole building but you.
Definitely an odd happening, not sure if you consider it really creepy though.
My friend Matthew and I were going from Glastonbury CT to visit some friends of his near Bridgeport CT via rt 15. We set out and headed down the road listening to the radio and chatting. We got to where 15 had the interchange with I95 about 20 minutes faster than would normally happen, and neither of us remembered going through the tunnel. I know all about road hypnosis and ‘travel fugue’ so not remembering the tunnel would not be a problem, the problem would be having to have driven about 90 mph in a 55 zone, during the day with all the regular traffic and police around. Nope, not happening.
So Matt and I decided that life was screwing with us, and at some point when we were heading somewhere on a tight schedule it would pile the 20 minutes back onto our trip, though we weren’t sure about the missing tunnel …
Strange things have been going on our main bathroom. A green light, shower curtain moving and making noise for no obvious reason, now I go to take a shave for the first time in months and found the handle of my Schick Quattro slightly melted. While in the medicine cabinet and not near any heat source.
Finally got that sticky plastic off my hands. Come to think of it, that sticky stuff might have been caulk but how the hell could caulk get in the medicine cabinet? Our caulk gun has been empty for over a year!
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Sorry, those links were from a Google search. Delete the https://.
Apparently the white part of Schick Quattro handles disintegrating isn’t unusual. Why they disintegrate is still a mystery.
Wow, this is really creeeeepy. Your kid’s song has been stuck in my head ever since I read this a few days ago.
One morning, my daughter and I were standing in the kitchen, talking about my dad, who had died a few months prior. Just chatting about how much we missed him. During a pause, we heard the theme music from “Name That Tune”. WTH? In a junk drawer was one of those handheld electronic games - Name That Tune. It randomly went off. Took it out of the drawer, popped the back open, it was missing a battery. Sidenote: During my dad’s last months, he LOVED playing handheld games. They kept him occupied like nothing else could.
I called my mom later that evening to tell her what happened. She said a few nights prior, she and my grand-niece were at the kitchen table, playing cards, reminiscing about my dad. Behind my mom, on the wall, was one of those Krazy Kat clocks, with the moving eyes/swinging tail/distinct tick-tock. Dad loved it, mom hated it - after he died she couldn’t take it down, but didn’t bother replacing the batteries when it stopped working. Yeah… when they were talking about Dad, it started working again. Went for about 10 minutes then stopped again.