Okay, now here’s something that is really V.V.C. (does that help you WC people out there?):
http://www.tennessean.com/local/00400078.shtml?Element_ID=400078
The creepy part is the target of this kid’s scheme. I can’t decide whether to be horrified or not…I mean, you have to admit, as targets go…you can kinda see where he’s coming from…
The dentist thing qualifies as VVC. Its rather sick, or if you prefer, funny in a tasteless sort of way. If my dentist had one of those, though, I think I’d find a new one. Dentists are kind of creepy to begin with…
…Okay and the guy wanting to kill N Sync, he does have my most sincere sympathies. Can you look at those guys and NOT want to massacre their untalented little asses? I guess murder might be going a bit too far, though.
Back to the cow attack previously mentioned:
Being charged by a cow in and of itself isn’t that creepy; it’s happened to me lots of times before when I was hanging out with my friends at one of the farms they live/work at. What made THIS cow-attack creepy was that I wasn’t on a farm. I was driving down the street to my house, about a half mile away from the farm at the time, at 11:00 at night, and this cow comes racing out of the woods on the side of the road and rushes my car.
I saw it in middle school, but it was the first episode I’d ever watched as well. That’s VVC.
Yesterday I watched Scooby Doo and the Witch’s Ghost, or whatever its called. (I’m a loser and proud of it! 
It was very strange…there was this rock band called the Hex Girls. They were sort of gothic, but also Wiccan. And, there was a writer who comes from Maine (or Massachustes or somewhere) and turns out to be evil. And a gigantic turkey. It was rather strange.
Well not really very vaguely creepy - I find these thing really creepy:
Wegman Weimeraner photos
Clowns - The only one that doesn’t give me major creeps is Bozo.
Mimes - 'nuff said.
Marionettes - animal ones aren’t too bad, but ones in the likeness of people… ::shudder::
So a mime-clown with a marionette would traumatize me deeply.
A few days ago I got into the elevator at the ground floor of my apartment building, and I realized something wasn’t quite right. Then I realized that the elevator was bobbing! While the door was still open, the elevator would go up about three inches then go down six inches, like a boat bobbing in water. Then the doors closed and all was right in the world. I can not figure out what the hell was going on. This building needs new elevators.
When you go in to use the bathroom after someone’s been in there…and the toilet seat is warm.
I was driving down to Tallahassee on Friday, and I popped in a Taj Mahal tape (yes, I still listen to cassettes, and no, that’s not the VVC part:)). As I was listening to [iStatesboro Blues,* at the PRECISE moment the line “Statesboro Georgia, that is,” came on, I passed the “Welcome to Georgia” sign. It was extremely surreal. Well, a little surreal. Okay, it was kinda neat. Sorta.
Dammit, wouldn’t you know! The only time I didn’t preview reply, I f***ed up the italics. Well, y’all know what I meant.
How about a mime-clown with a marionette of a dog dressed in a tuxedo?
You do know how to stop a cow from charging, right?
Take away its credit cards.
:::ducks and runs:::
hey! four posts in a row. I really need a life.
That’s not really creepy. All cats are VERY vicious, nasty killers. They’re very cruel with their prey.
BTW, reading this thread late at night, when everyone else in the house is asleep, is definitely VVC!!!
A couple of months ago, we got a call in the middle of the night, for me. My mom was seriously pissed, so when they kept calling back, she finally woke me up at six o’clock. Someone told me that a girl I worked with was in a severe car accident. I didn’t even KNOW this girl all that well.
I said thanks, hung up, and went back to bed.
I went to work the next day, and it turns out, NO ONE knew about this. And the girl probably wasn’t in an accident.
But what I want to know is-who called? Why did they call?
And how the FUCK did they get my number, and what the squick were they doing, calling at 2 am!
Sometimes when I’ve killed a spider w/ Raid & gone back later to clean it up, it’s gone…:eek:
It always crosses my mind that I’ve really pissed that spider off now.
It’s biding it’s time, quietly plotting retaliation–the chemicals meant to kill, have instead, only strengthened it by combining with some chemical in its blood to produce enormous growth and rage.
Huge, pissed-off, mutant-ninja, Raid-resistant spiders…
There’s a road by my house that’s full of twists and turns and hills and dips, and no speed limit. Because of the nature of the road, there’s a lot of crashes on it – the only thing that saves it from being a bloodbath is the fact that it’s a boondocks road. Maybe five cars a day travel down it. But still, at least four motorcyclists and a couple cars have been killed by hitting trees or going off embankments on this road. The most recent death was a 24-year-old motorcyclist in July or August. The spot where he went off the road and hit trees (many… many, many trees… a very messy death) is still marked by crosses and flowers left by his friends and family.
Tonight I was driving down this road because it’s the fastest way into town. As I reach the Death-Spot of the 24-year-old, I see a light down the road. I assume it’s a headlight – either of a motorcycle out really late in the season, or an ATV, or a car with a broken headlight. As I get closer, I see that it’s not moving – and as I pass, I see that it’s a person.
A man is standing by The Death-Spot, in the middle of the road, at 7:00 at night in October on a long and lonely road (there are no houses on the entire length of the road), in the dark, holding an electric lantern.
If that’s not VVC, I don’t know what is.
Allrighty then,
After reading the other VVC pages, and moving on to these I feel compelled to post…
Kinda creepy in a good way: I’m about half asleep, the kind of sleep where if there is any kind of noise around you it’s really loud - yet muffled at the same time. If i’m lying on my back sometimes it feels like when you’re on a raft in the Gulf (of Mexico, I live in Tampa). I just sit there and I could swear i’m floating and kind of rocking like you do in the non-surfable waves we have here. I have this feeling at least twice a year…
Kinda creepy in a bad way: reoccuring dream - I’m in this big void, just kind of hanging around in some no-gravity type area. Suddenly a HUGE frickin pencil end comes at me, the eraser end, it mushes into my stomach, and I get spread around the pencil end like i was made outta playdoh or something. The creepy part is I can feel it. I usually wake up in a cold sweat all queasy… I get kinda nauseous just thinking about it.
Just nasty creepy: (This has happened to me twice now) I get in a hot tub with a girl i’m trying to hook up with, we’re flirting, drinking, enjoying the bubbles… When a condom comes floating around the surface! Ew!
punk snot dead,
broccoli!
BTW: “one plus two plus one plus one…” ???
Good god. That IS bizarre. What’s also weird is when you see a huge bug and then the next day, its just gone. Like, where do bugs go? How do they get into the house? How do they get into certain areas? It’s like…they just have this secret passage tunnel way things in houses, you know? And when you see the same bug one night and then see it again, its like strange. It happened today with this wasp. Does this post make me sound like i’m on pot? I’m not, i’m not really im not…
Creepy:
How the straight dope says that “Zoggie, the last time you visited here was 9:23 pm.” And how 9/23 is my birthday…and the number in my screen name. Sort of strange how it wasn’t 9:24, or 9:25, but exactly 9:23. Just thought that was a bit strange.
Here’s some VVC things…
About 6 weeks ago I was at work, as usual, I work at IKEA. My manager was on vacation for 2 weeks, my other co-worker who does all the stocking quit Monday, and the Deco girl for my department was leaving that Tuesday. And we got a ton of new items in, so I was super busy trying to keep up with the department. Anyway, we all go on break at 9:40, right before the store opens, but since it was the Deco girl’s party with cake and pizza that morning, almost everyone stayed. I went downstairs right at 10 so I could get started.
So NO one else is on the first floor, maybe some cashiers on the other side of the store (IKEA is cavernous). I am all alone putting up Mullbar and Lyktranka blankets when I hear some hymming noise in children’s voices. It sounded like maybe ten children were singing little songs, off-key. I heard it over the background music. But when I looked around, no children were anywhere…I walked from my department through all five others, back to the warehouse trying to find these children. Sometimes it would be really loud but then it would quiet down. I was so creeped out I went back upstairs so I wouldn’t be alone.
Another time I was at work and I was all upset because I was going through this ordeal with my now-ex. (I thought he had hooked up with his old girlfriend one night. This was maybe 3 weeks ago). I was discussing it with a girl in my department, Meghan, while we were stocking. Everytime I mentioned his name, something would fall. Just out of nowhere, off the racking…Once it was a Poppel quiltcover, another time it was an Index curtain rod, then it was a Marit curtain (the actual display just collapsed). Later I was in the rug department, said his name, and a rug just fell from its clips, which are these giant sharp metal things. It was so crazy.
I went home and found out from his brother (who was a good friend before I starting dating his asshole brother) that he had been over his ex’s house all day.
I was so creeped out by that!