Nope, she’s 16.
Thanks, Gunslinger.
Gee, hope I didn’t scare her.
OK, I think this rates as significantly creepy, and it is all absolutely true:
My parents always had a 2 family house. The second floor was a seperate apartment that they rented out. When I was about 18, the tenants at the time moved out, so I took the apartment. I got to have my own place, with good rent, but I didn’t have to move very far. Oh, and one other thing - the house is about 110 years old.
I kept having weird things happen up there - stuff missing, things showing up where I didn’t think I left them, etc., but I figured it was just me. Then it got stranger. A plastic jug on the counter just fell on the floor by itself - no breeze or anything. Many times my dog would just sit and stare, and follow something across the living room. Several times I was sitting on the couch (in the l.r.) and felt some kind of force go right through me. I kid you not. Two different times a radio came on by itself.
One day, I had a glass casserole dish on a recliner in the living room. I had borrowed it from my mother, and hadn’t returned it yet. It was sitting there for a week. I was watching TV one night with my girlfriend, and the entire dish shattered on it’s own, nothing fell on it or anything. It wasn’t an explosive event, it just cracked all over it’s surface and collapsed. I was now convinced that something was up.
Whenever anything happened, it was never real spooky, just sort of mischievous, like a kid might do.
Fast forward a few years - I had moved out of state. My older brother was very sick and would eventually succumb to his illness. Since his wife had died a few years earlier, he was staying in my old apartment so my mother could take care of him. Early one morning he was in real bad shape, and my mother was waiting with him - in my old living room - while the ambulance came. It turned out that he died in the ambulance, so at this point in the story he has like 10 minutes to live.
As my mother is comforting him, my brother starts to tell her about the 2 little girls that are playing in the corner.
(Very vaguely? I was very specifically covered in goose bumps as I typed that last sentence.)
Well I was gonna tell you I wa as old as the hills, but Gunny has ruined that for me. 
When I first started posting here, I was going to try and make people think I was a bit older than I am…u know, out of high school at least.
Thank you, Auntie Pam. I do feel a bit better now that I know I am no longer alone on the board.
And DireWolf…thats creepy. Maybe it was a poltergest. When I was younger, i had these scary story books…Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. They always managed to traumitze me somehow. There was a story in there about poltergiest-ism. Or whatever. Sometimes I wish there was a poltergiest at my house, but mainly I am just grateful there isn’t a “living dead” creature here.
I’m going to post something else I find sort of weird, and that I have no where else to really share it. (Its sort of random.)
Okay when back in the day when I was younger…(Alright, read: fourteen) I read a book that I really liked. That book was The Exorcist. It earned a fond memorable place in my heart, and I have read it more than once, as well as its sequel.
Now, I never got a chance to see the movie. It came on from time to time on A&E but that was always in the daytime and come on, you know they’re going to edit out the best parts. So i would never see it…and each time I went to the videostore, it was out. Weird. I don’t watch a lot of movies, so I would often procrastinate watching it.
Here comes the VVC part. As you guys know, said movie came out in theatere, with added scenes, good sound, the works. Now, I find it doubly creepy that the movie came out the day after my birthday. (Or day before, forget which.) I mean, i’ve been putting off seeing the movie for nearly two years, and NOW it comes out?! As a rule i don’t believe in god, but this is practically divine intervention.
Maybe I’m obsessing just a little bit, but still. Feels a little too good to be true. Almost like god was saying, “OK, Zog, you’ve put off watching it long enough, get off your friggin ass and go see it.” Well, make of it what you will.
your story almost made me throw up. As I read that I got the heebie-jeebies, then at the exact moment I finished reading and realized how scared I was, my daughter cried out in her sleep from the other room. I swear my heart hasn’t started beating normally yet.
I know that there are people around us that we can’t/don’t want to see, but I get really uncomfortable thinking about them.
—mamaP is officially creeped out for the evening----
Dire Wolf: shivers Creeeeeepy.
The house my family lived in when I was a wee’un (we moved when I was 6) was haunted, but my mom and my sister refuse to share the details with me. All they’ll tell me is that yes, it was haunted. I used to remember some of what had gone on, from overhearing my mom talking about it, but they won’t tell me if I’m right or not. The cover-up is VVC.
The weird thing is that no one ever really felt “haunted”. It was always a nice house, and I have good memories. My mother still lives there, and she’s never noticed anyting, but she’s always lived on the first floor, too.
Even with a science-based point of view, it makes me wonder if maybe it isn’t just “lights out” when we go. I mean, they can cut you open and find what pumps your blood, and what controls your motor actions, and all that, but they can’t really find “you”, can they? That thing, that whatever it is, that is your thoughts, and who you are…what is it? And what happens to it?
Maybe you were posessed or something…something bad must’ve happened that they don’t want you to remember…
I find it very vaguely creepy that this thread is so popluar that it now has its own abbreviation.
Did you?
When I was a kid I read this book called The Duplicate, about a little boy who clones himself and then the clone becomes evil. Well, the boy on the cover looked EXACTLY like this kid who went to my school, and this kid was EXACTLY the kind of kid who would know how to clone himself. I remember being so creeped out I brought the book to school and polled half the lunch room “Isn’t this picture of Michael Winslow? Isn’t it?” It was.
This morning, I came into work, and someone had “neatened” my desk. My desk wasn’t messy at allin the first place, but when I came in this morning it was obvious that someone had spent time lining everything up at 90 degree angles. It creeps me out that someone would need to do that!
I’ve had the same thing happen to me. I figured out it happens if I’m setting the Alarm. The clock I have, you need to press two buttons to set the time or alarm: one is to indicate which you’re setting, the other is to increment the hours or minutes. I found if I was setting the hour for my alarm, and my finger released the “Alarm” button just slightly, the time would go ahead an hour instead. I didn’t have the “Time” button pushed accidentally, it just skipped ahead because the “Alarm” button wasn’t firmly pressed. I used to hate that when I worked midnights. Nothing worse than driving all the way to work, only to find out I was an hour early and couldn’t even get in the building.
CommonMAn: I have exactly the same kind of clock, so that may be the answer. I don’t remember resetting the alarm that day, though. It really throws you for a loop when it happens. Very Twilight Zonish.
Creepy…also creepy, the chances that you would actually find someone who was your double. I mean, what are the chances of someone genetically happening to have nearly all the same traits as you? and of them happening to live in the same time period as you, and happening to meet you? Improbable, ain’t it? About the guy with the book- its sort of like how Homer (Simpson, that is) finds his likeness on a box of Japanese laundy detergent. “Hey, Fishbulb.”
Heyll yeah.
Dire Wolf – is your name from the Song of Ice and Fire books?
Okay, your story creeped me out. I wonder if someone close to dying is also closer to the other side (assuming there is an other side.)
My husband and I moved back to Iowa in August 1990. He had pulmonary fibrosis, and knew he was really sick. In February of 1991 we bought a restored Victorian, built in 1896. Hubby was kind of into ghosts, the supernatural, Edgar Cayce, all that stuff, and he got a big kick out of living in an old house, nooks and crannies and stuff.
He told me that he would often see two children, a boy and girl, standing and looking out our bedroom window. This only happened in the morning, when he just woke up. They would gradually fade, and were always gone by the time he got out of bed.
He said once they turned and smiled at him. They didn’t scare him, and I think he was comforted by them, because by that time, he probably had an inkling of what was coming, and these two kids were some kind of “proof” to him that there might be something after. He died in January 1992.
After hearing your story, it definitely makes me wonder.
Oh, Auntie Pam, now you’re creeping me out!
It’s creepy, yet oddly - possibly - reassuring. Hearing stories like yours just makes me think more and more that maybe there is another side. Of course, I can wait to find out. But whenever that time comes, I would probably feel better if I saw someone too.
“Dire Wolf” is a song by the ahem Grateful Dead.
When my great-grandfather died in the 80’s, after his heart attack (IIRC, that’s what killed him) but before he died, he was rather delirious. He kept telling my grandmother of a huge party, with bright, colored lights, and delicious punch, and all his old friends who’d passed before were there, dancing and having fun, healthy as they’d ever been.
About a year before my great-grandmother died, about two years ago, she become somewhat senile and demented, and always spoke of these wonderful parties in the room, with bright, colored lights, and delicious punch, and all her old friends, dancing and healthy as they’d ever been. She especially enjoyed seeing her beloved husband once again, speaking with him and having fun.
She died on the one year anniversary of my great-uncle’s suicide.
–Tim
Apparantly, my double lives - or at least, used to live - in Midland, TX. I know some people who live there, and several of them have told me they have seen me there…only I have never been there. They saw this person separately, on different occasions. And none of them knew that the others had seen him or had told me about him. I wish I could meet him, to see how alike we really are.
A few months ago, i was looking up something in the dictionary, and on the facing page was a picture of one of our pre-human ancestors. I looked at the face for a while, noting how different his features were from those of modern humans.
Then I went to the supermarket. The kid who bagged my groceries looked EXACTLY like that picture, even the same expression. I’ve never seen him previously or since.