Speaking of Creepy

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Both of these happened within 24 hours of each other. The first really creeped me out. The second probably more so because I was still a little spooked…

Story 1–

So, I’m here at work and I see that its a little late for lunch time. I get off the call and look at the clock on my computer and its 6:15. I signoff and go to walk to my car. My car is about a 7-10 minute walk depending on if I take my time, But I try not to dally on my lunch break. So I get to my car and turnover the engine, glance at the clock and it’s 6:45!!! There is no way on God’s Earth it took me half an hour to walk to my car. Now I start getting really creeped. I start thinking of alien abduction stories. (You know the ones. The guy goes to the store to get Ice Cream and comes back 4 hours later. His family asks him where he’s been, and all he knows is he went to the store to get ice cream and has only been gone for 20 minutes). Now I’m checking out all the clocks I see on the way to Quizno’s, In Quizno’s. On the way home. Making sure that I know what time it is. I’m convinced at this point I was kidnapped… I KNOW what time I clocked out! I finally get back to work, sit down ready to chow down and sign back in really fast…

My Computer still says 6:15… The stupid clock got stuck. Double clicked on it and it reset itself. (Still I was really creeped out… )

Story 2-

I’m off work and ready to make same walk to where my car is parked. To get to my car I have to go out of our parking lot, across the street, through an apartment complex and to the park and ride where I park. In the middle of the complex is a pond that is actually down below ground level about 10 feet. It’s fenced off… but every night i can hear crickets and frogs doing their thing in there.

So I’m walking through the apartment building and I can hear the frogs and crickets doing their thing. I walk just into view of the little pond thing. THEY ALL STOP! This is VERY noticeable because its the only sound besides my footsteps. It goes from normal nighttime sounds to DEAD SILENCE! I keep walking, wondering if the frog brigade is going to get me. So then, I get JUST out of site of the pond, and they ALL START UP AGAIN! WTF?! Did the crickets and frogs Really have something so important to say that they were concerned I might understand? (Assuming that they were also concerned I had taken the time to learn their frog language!) My g/f says they probably saw me or heard me. But A> They have NEVER done that before. B> They’re in an apartment complex, its not like the sounds of people walking and cars are foreign to them. So anyway, I ran the rest of the way to my car. I was pretty sure I was about to be swarmed! :wink:

So… Anything new and creepy out there in SDMB Land?

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This is old and creepy. In the summer of 1991, I was living with my parents in a house that was cattycorner with a drive-in cinema. (I would head over there when they were showing, pay and set up my lawn chair in a space. They didn’t hold me to the necessity of having a car, as long as I paid for the movie. They had a great snack bar, almost a full hamburger stand. But I digress.).

Anyway, I used to go over there in the afternoons when I got off work to listen to my radio, smoke, and soak up the magic-hour light. I never saw any other living creature, except for one day.

I’m sitting on a swing (they also had a jungle gym for the little ones), trilling along with Cat Stevens, when a dog (don’t know what breed) emerges from the woods on the other side of the property. S/he walks slowly towards me, and I smile at my new companion.

Another dog approaches, from the same wooded area, but nearer to the ticket booth. Hm.

I look past them and see that there are now about ten dogs, approaching from different points of the semicircle and steadily converging on me.

I’m not smiling any more.

Remembering what my uncle, the postal worker who started out as a route delivery person, told me about unknown dogs, I get off the swing and start walking briskly off the property. The first two dogs are now close enough that I probably couldn’t outrun them, but I’m not looking back, just walking briskly, like I have my business to do and am not interfering with theirs.

When I’m on my property again, I look back, and the dogs are now loping back the way they came.

The drive-in workers don’t know anything about any dogs. I went back the next day or the one after, somewhat apprehensive, but I never saw them again.

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When I was but a wee finch, my folks, my brother and sister and I (and, I think, a couple of my parents’ friends) were driving through the Stanislaus National Forest. It was the middle of the night when we reached an area that had recently been burned to the ground - as in, big forest fire. It was around Cherry Valley (I think) - I do know that the area we were now driving through was referred to as “The Great Cherry Burn”. Well, being a youngster, I had to “go” after a while. So, we stopped and all piled out of the car. Once we got out of the car, we were struck by a few things:

  1. The ground was incredibly dry and cracked. It appeared as though the ground there had never known moisture.
  2. The “trees” were barely recognizeable as such. Merely charred pillars standing isolated in the barren earth.
  3. The moon was full that night, so the eerie-pillars-that-used-to-be-trees cast eerie shadows
  4. Aside from us, there was NO sound. There was NO sign of ANY living thing ANYWHERE. We were it.

We soon realized that no one was doing anything or saying anything. We were all just standing around, awestruck. This place appeared to all senses to be completely and utterly dead. And that just creeped the hell out of everyone.

We all piled back into the car as quickly as possible and drove away, very fast. It was perhaps a half-hour or more before we were out of the “dead zone.”

That memory still creeps me out to this day.

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I talked to a friend today and he told me he went to his sister’s ex-husband’s mother’s (got that?) funeral on Saturday. The woman was 93 years old, supposedly well-off, and a pillar of her small community. Then my friend tells me that he got a call last night. His ex-brother-in-law is accused of her murder!

The story is the son (39 years old) was adopted by this woman (along with his real brother) and had just moved back in with her after not being heard from for ten years. There are other details which maybe I shouldn’t go into now, but the whole thing just creeped me.

You can read the story here.

Oh, and another thing!

A couple of months ago I was an earwitness to a murder!

I live in the westside suburbs of Houston. I was standing in my driveway admiring a beautiful evening. Suddenly I heard BANG…BANG,BANG,BANG,BANG. I have set off firecrackers and fired guns, and this was the unmistakable report of a semi-automatic pistol. I took a second to process whether or not I really heard that (and no jokes about Texas, folks, it’s more peaceful here than many other big cities). I decide I did, I have my cell, I dial 911.

I tell what I heard. I thought the shots came from an intersection about a third of a mile away; later I found out it was a over mile (it must have been a big-ass piece). The operator asked me how many shots (5 or 6). Nothing more. Within 5 minutes I hear sirens nearby. The scenario was common: it turned out to be several young men in a car, drug deal gone awry, guns pulled and shots fired. The shooter escaped on foot and has still not been caught. The victim was DOA at the hospital less than three minutes away from the scene. Stupid.

But still, creepy!

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Well, this happened when I was in grade school. Inspired me to invest in a very loud Walkman™ let me tell ya…