Very vaguely creepy, The Sequel

In My Humble Opinion
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This happened a few months ago. My boyfriend and I were seperated for a time and he was living in Michigan while I had moved to Phoenix.

I got home from work and thought about calling him, but I had just talked to him a couple days before and didn’t want to be ‘pushy’ (I wanted to get back together with him) so I didn’t call. Not an hour later the phone rings and it’s my boyfriend, my number had shown up on his caller I.D. and he wanted to know what I wanted. He still won’t believe me that I really didn’t call him. I know for a fact it wasn’t a glitch in the caller I.D. that recycled (or something) a call from a previous time because at the time it was a new cell phone he was using and I had never called it.

I’m new to this thread/board, I hope this qualifies.

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Hi Mauvaise - welcome!

Ok, everyone, laugh at me - one thing I find VVC is Blue Man Group.

I can’t watch any commercial those people are in. I just can’t.

I’ve had bad dreams featuring them.

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I got a letter from racinchikki. That’s not the creepy part though–this is: the cancel mark on the stamp was an ad for The Grinch. Just slightly odd…

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Gun that IS a bit strange.

The thread about cocaph- the people who eat…you know, was creepy as hell, IMO. (alright it was more than vaguely unsettling…a lot more.)

Today on the Sims Livin’ Large, one of my characters (incidentally he has huge blue eyes, maniacal ones, and he dresses in a mad scientist/worker outfit), made a potion at the lab set and turned into a MONSTER. He ran around breaking things and then a few hours later came back to himself. Good lord…

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Wooo, scaaary. Anyways, I have a few kinda VVC stories to share with you all, so get comfortable…

#1: Last year I was in the loungeroom watching The X-Files on TV, it was very late at night and I was alone. The episode was about [I’m not sure so I’ll be VERY vague here, so correct me whoever knows what episode I’m talking about] something to do with TV’s that went all fuzzy because of some reason [okay, there goes the whole creepiness of the story] and at that moment on TV when the TV on the X-Files went fuzzy, my TV at home went fuzzy. I screamed and fled from the room.

#2: A couple of years ago I was at Mc Donalds with a few friends after school. We were sitting at a table, chatting etc when we noticed a man sitting across from us and staring at us. We thought nothing of it until an hour later when we were still sitting there chatting, and he was STILL sitting there looking at us, only this time he had his hand under the table and was, uh…jerking off. We ran out of there so fast. Very creepy.

#3: A few years ago, late one night I was sitting in bed reading Sphere [very scary book, in my opinion] and got to the part with the giant octopus outside the ship-thingy. At that moment, our washing machine went psycho and turned itself on and was making these thumping noises which I mistook for a giant octopus outside the house trying to kill us. Heh.

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Broken Doll, you might want to check with some other people on that X-Files thing. It would be pretty easy to add some artificial “fuzz” to the screen to give the episode that extra bit of creepiness. Andy Kaufman did the same thing on his comedy special, just to mess with the audience.

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Mofo, this was on cable television and whenever something goes wrong with the cable system, the screen goes blue then fuzzy, and that’s what happened here. But nice theory.

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At last! The secret ingredient in McDonald’s “special” sauce! (sorry I’m bored).

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Ok, enough with all these hauntings and ghost strories that are truly creepy, here is something that is very vaguely creepy
#1 For some reason i haven’t been visiting the bored as much lately but at school today i was thinking about something and i decided to come home and ressurect this thread (which, to my knowledge, had died). I come home and its already ressurected! Which brings me to why i was wanting to ressurect it in the first place…(#2)

The parking deck at my school is 2-sided, and six stories tall. On each side there is 2 stairwells, thats 2 doors per side, per floor, 24 doors in all. All of the doors pretty much look the same (not unlike an interior house door, but a little heavier since they are made of metal) and they look like they were all put in at the same time. Here’s whats VVC about them, out of all 24 doors, only the four doorknobs on the 3rd floor require turning, all the other doors can be pushed open. I have no idea why that freaks me out, its just…very vaguely creepy.

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That resurrection thing is strange!
Did Cecil really say that, like in your sig line?
I’m not quite sure why the door thing is vaguely creepy…but it is kind of getting to me.

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I live in an apartment. You need two different keys to get in: one to open the front door of the building, one to open the door to the apartment. One day I got home and found my roommate Moishe standing in front of the door to the apartment. He didn’t have his keys, so he had rung the doorbell to our apartment to get our other roommate James (Hamish) to buzz him in. However, when he got to the door of the apartment, it was locked. And when I let him in with my keys, we discovered that James wasn’t there.

So who buzzed him in??? The cats?!

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Yep Zoggie, its in this thread.

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The cats, Matt, the cats. When will you learn? They hide secrets from us.

Why was Cecil so…er, harsh, with Coldy?

And let’s see…creepy. Vaguely creepy. A guy in my History class actually used the phrase “…but nothing to write home about.” We were discussing George Washington, and he was critiquing his military record. It was in character, but dreadfully amusing to me. (You don’t hear many seventeen year old twentieth century boys using the phrase.)

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I had to do it…

crazed look in eyes

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sicko!

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i’m glad someone did it. Thanks, Welfy. :slight_smile:

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I’d hate to see this die off completely. Um… <struggles to think of something creepy>

I have really weird dreams.

There’s this guy I used to be friends with, but he started to get on my nerves so one day (in June) I just got really pissed off and started bitching to him about how stupid he was, and hadn’t talked to him or really thought about him since.
The other day I had a dream about him (it was actually about how he started posting here and I got really mad at him), and that day he IMed me out of the blue to say hi. Weird.

When I was about six or seven years old, I had just gotten a little white pet mouse, and about two weeks later I spent a few days at my friend’s house (it was over the summer). While I was there I had this dream that I was standing over the mouse cage, looking down and I saw her with a whole bunch of little pink babies. Everything was fuzzy in a weird way, and it was sort of in slow motion. At the time, I had absolutely no clue what mouse babies would look like. When I returned home, sure enough, there was my mouse with a nestful of 12, little, pink, squirmy babies. We had no idea she was pregnant.
The mother died (my dog got her) and I had to hand-raise the babies myself (and I’m damn proud of that, I’ve had mice have babies that I had to hand-raise since then and I’ve never been able to keep them alive. It’s hard).
Anyway, that isn’t all. When my litter of baby mice was somewhat grown up, we went on vacation for a week and had to have someone come to the house and take care of all the pets.
While I was on vacation I had the same kind of weird, fuzzy, slow-motion dream, I was standing over the mouse cage and they were all getting away, it was more like they were pouring out of the cage.
When I got home, we found that the person who was supposed to be taking care of them had left the lid off, and they all got away, except for 2 that had died.
I’ve never had any ‘psychic’ dreams since then and never had any before that.

Sometimes I have dreams about this huge, beautiful house that we own, only we never go upstairs because the upstairs is like… evil. You just know it’s incredibly evil. A few nights ago I had a dream about the house again, I went upstairs and was looking through all the rooms, and I laid down in a bed. This pretty little blonde girl walks up to me and starts talking to me, and I know she’s a ghost. She tells me that she lives there and she knows I live there too. My alarm went off while I was in the middle of talking to her, and I woke up slowly while my dream kind of… dissolved, and I was left with a picture in my mind of this little girl smiling, she had huge eyes, very chapped lips and pigtails. I was a bit freaked out for the rest of the day. It was just creepy. :::shiver:::

There, that’s my contribution. Now someone else post.

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Okay!

 My husband and I recently moved to Baltimore from a small, obscure college town in Pennsylvania. When we were back there last weekend, we saw a friend's new college yearbook. On Wednesday or Tuesday, my husband finds a brand new copy of said yearbook on the stoop of our building. He thinks that we must have accidently packed it, brought it home, and dropped it, so he picks it up and brings it in. We call said friend, who says that the yearbook is still there in Pa.
 The yearbook we've found is unmarked, unwrapped, but still has a flyer for some "Class of 200" CD tucked inside. What are the chances that a yearbook for a school many Baltimoreans have never even heard of could be lost, and than found by a alumni of said school? Or do we have some kind of collegiate stalker?
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Now that’s strange. I have a lot of really weird dreams too. They’re too hard to explain though…

Those websites that show photos of dead people and corpses and accident victims and animals? Those are scary…creepy, too.

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Glad this thread’s back, now that I have something to post.

I work at a theater and am quite often the only one working in the 74-year-old building late at night.[Not a ghost story, just thrown in for atmosphere.] We have a lovely tall Christmas tree on display in the lobby: time, tree & decorating labor donated by a local decorating co, I believe. It sure is a slick piece of work, a nice tree, with glass grapes, icicles, crystals, tasteful dried foliage, ribbon, five miles of white lights, etc. And a large abstract “angel” on the top.

This angel freaks my shit out. Its “head” is basically a gold-painted wooden doorknob, round, blank, featureless blind thing; its “body” is just an extra long swag of fabric that wraps the top foot of tree, and it’s got some sort of staff consisting of a stick, extra foliage, ribbons. Matter of fact the staff is about the only indicator that it’s not a just a doorknob. I caught the decorators about halfway through the tree process and stood by admiring the work. Nothing hinted at the bizarre finale.

I’m not saying it looks at me, or seems evil in any overt way, just that I find it…disturbing. I don’t like walking by it late at night; it wouldn’t surprise me at all if it uprooted itself in robotlike fashion and started walking down the street, perhaps spiking tires and humming a mindless, vicious tune as it went.

Very vaguely creepy.
Like the Wegman Weimaraners. And that car commercial with the dogs in clothes driving the car [or minivan?]. Yeeeek.