My Step-father is comforting my mother now, in the time after his death. I was over there and commented to her how I could smell leather, but very faintly and if I tried to smell it it would fade. Turns out that’s his smell. On the night before he died my cat was acting strangely. He stretched out on Gord’s (stepdad) feet while he was trying to walk. Gord was very unstable, with a walker but my cat had never laid on anyone’s feet before. My mom had to come over and physically move him. There is another, more private experience she told me that I won’t go in to deatil here but I will say that apparently spirits of loved ones can touch you in ways that they did when they were alive. We when to his burial last Saturday. it was bitterly, bitterly cold. We were all shivering at the gravesite. As soon as the service started the sun came out and the wind died, completely. When the service ended, it turned cold again.
I don’t know if this counts as VVC, but every time you guys write VVC, I think it says WC and I keep wondering “what does this have to do with a toilet?”
Okay, this is VVC in the rubber - glove - on - Dad’s - desk way rather than the ghost - story way.
Yesterday I watched a guy give a presentation, and he kept clutching the front of his pants, holding something that was in his pocket. It was about the right size to be a wallet or something.
It wasn’t really near his crotch, and it wasn’t really the right shape, but it was disturbingly schlong-like. Enough, I believe, to qualify as Very Vaguely Creepy.
Yeah when Gunslinger first adopted the V V C thing, i read it as WC…it was sort of odd at first.
These ghost ones are weird. Sort of disapoints me…nothing of that sort’s happened to me. I slept in the same bed my grandmother died in once (well naturally once, its rare to die repeatedly), and I didn’t really feel creepy or anything…
oh but vaguely creepy, my neighbor’s cat, a big fluffy black one, is sort of evil. He always murders (okay okay, hunts) small creatures. If we find a dead mouse/squirrel/bird, its usually his doing. Plus when i was taking care of my neighbor’s puppy (who’s small, very tiny, even smaller than said cat), the dog kept growling at the cat. See? Dogs sense evil. The cat just sort of freaks me out when I see it- sort of the way Church was VVC in Pet Sematary.
I can see why that might be a bit creepy. A few years ago, a drama teacher said that one should never stand w/ one’s hands over one’s crotch…it makes you look uncomfortable, and like you need to take a leak. 
Maybe the guy presenting was just very insecure about public speaking, know I am…
VVC or downright spooky?
When I was about 8 I was playing outside with my sister. We had a huge piece of property - about 4 acres - to play on. On one side was a cornfield, covering about 1 acre, and we were playing by some trees between the cornfield and the house. Anyway, it was getting dark, so my sister said she was going inside. I told her I was going to stay out a bit later and ignored her as she walked away. Several minutes passed and I heard my name being called. I looked up and saw my sister standing at the edge of the cornfield. I yelled “what?” back to her, but all she did was beckon for me to go over. Being the lazy kid I was, I said, “No, you come here.” She didn’t say anything, beckoned for about a half a minute more, and disappeared into the corn. Something about the whole situation freaked me out, so I went into the house to tell my dad to go get her. When I went inside, my sister was lying on the floor watching TV, and my dad confirmed she’d been in there for at least 15 minutes.
That’s really kind of freaking me out right now. Maybe it’s the whole time lapse thing, or something…or maybe your dad and sister have an incredibly odd sense of humour…
I’d like to believe that. Actually, it wouldn’t be a stretch 'cause I come from a family of pranksters and smart-asses.
Here’s the problem: I was between the cornfield and the house, about 100 feet from the house and 200 feet from the cornfield. There’s no way she could’ve beaten me inside without me seeing her.
Whoa…Scary, man.
Cornfields in general are kind of creepy too.
Hey Auntie Pam, you haven’t been stalking me yet. I’m beginning to think you’re a harmless old spider who has learned how to type in her free time.
Maybe someone into your workplace has OCD? Wild guess, since I tend to do that all the time whenever I see books and other things. I must stack them or else.
The movie, the the live action one? With Gene Wilder as the fox. Good god, THIS movie is the epitomy of creepiness. It’s so strange. People burst into random songs, the Little Prince is this dress wearing Aryan child…its very campy to say the last. We’re watching it in French class, the English version (since there is no French one that my teacher can find). We were laughing our asses off at the perverted rose, the big nosed businessman, and “hat” song. (if you’ve seen this movie, I think you know what I’m talking about…)
You guys!! You’re doing it again! The no respond thing. Come on, we are never going to go down in the Guiness Book for longest and most randomly frightening (or frighteningly random) thread if this keeps up. (is it VVC that I am scared by the silence thing? Its like in a horror flick when the sexy young heroine finds herself alone in the dark with an evil monster.)
Okay, Zoggie. Just for you.
This was creepy, in a techno-thriller kind of way.
The phone rang at 5 this morning. That early, somebody’s gotta be dead, right?
I get to the phone and check the caller ID. It says: “Base to handset.”
Is my phone calling itself? I didn’t like it.
Today at work, I subbed at this desk. The usual owner of the desk had these crudely made little wooden animals sitting on top of her monitor. One of them was a little bird with wings and a tail that would move with the breeze.
The entire day, I felt like the little wooden bird was staring at me, its eyes seemed to follow me no matter what position I was looking at it from.
Then, around 4:30, I started hearing this voice. It was very soft, female, and sounding fake, like a recording. It sounded like it was coming from the vicinity of the computer/dictation machine. I checked my dictation machine, and not only was it shut off, but I had unplugged my headphones. The computers in our offices won’t play any sort of sound file. There is no radio in this office.
I searched and searched for the source of the voice, but to no avail. The little wooden bird just kept staring at me, mocking me…
Or maybe I just needed a nap…
Probably. Phones do that at times.
Thank you for this post, Ms. Stalker Lady.
Of course, it would be quite a bit creepier if it wasn’t a cordless phone…
I got charged by a cow this afternoon.
Sounds like fun.
My dentist has a little ceramic statue on his desk. It looks like it’s from the turn of the century, and it depicts a strangely sadistic-looking dentist violently pulling out a kid’s tooth, complete with an inappropriately large amount of blood. His chair is situated so that you can’t really avoid staring at the figurine the whole time he’s working on you.
He’s a normal enough guy aside from that, but it makes me very uncomfortable.