A Christmas Story is a creepy movie, especially the Santa Claus and those elves with the pointy hats. And that leg lamp? AAAA!
This man keeps calling my house and asking for Misty. He has done this several times. Wouldn’t he learn by now that Misty doesn’t live at my house?
Some people are slow. 
Not you, Welf.
A Christmas Story- is that the one where the kid wants a BB Gun? In that case, you’re right. It’s always made me uncomfortable…
Movies with puppets are a bit freaky when they pause unnaturally and you realize you’ve been watching a movie comprised of totally inanimate objects…
I hope this qualifies… I made it my wallpaper, and it creeps me out daily…
I’ve got one from this weekend…
I go (with some pals) to EveCon. It’s a friendly little gaming convention held around the new year each year.
My pal Greg says, “Let’s play ‘History of the World’. It’ll be fun! I’ve got some other friends who’ll play.”
So I sit down and get the rules and I notice one of the guys across the way…
His name tag reads ‘John Corrado’!!!
Yes! By accident I’m sitting across the table (and eventually do better than) from one of the mods of the BBQ Pit!!!
Cornfields are very creepy indeed, for a variety of reasons. I remember sitting on a hillside on a friend’s farm in south Alabama right over his cornfield. There was no breeze, but sections of corn would move periodically, exactly as if something were moving through it. I asked about it, and he shrugged and said, “that’s just the rattlesnakes.” I looked out again, and made out five or six different places where there must have been snakes.
Yow.
I don’t get it. Sure, it’s a creepy painting in and of itself, but what’s with the scary disclaimer stuff? And what the hell are they talking about with the last two photos? Looks pretty normal to me.
Rattlesnakes? How do they harvest the corn safely then?
That wallpaper is the scariest wallpaper i have EVER seen. Not that i’m a papering expert or anything, but oh my god. <shudders> And the disclaimer? Heart disease?! Who would buy THAT?! Oh…yeah, you. Sorry…it just got to me. Are those supposed to be dolls or wasted corpses? And what’s with those last couple of pics?
Zoggie, by the time they harvest the corn in the fall, the rattlesnakes are usually dormant. Even if they weren’t, I wouldn’t give large odds on a rattlesnake against a harvesting machine! 
They are scary, though. I remember seeing one eastern diamondback coming out of the edge of the cornfield that must’ve been 7 feet long.
I’ve got a couple of creepy ghost stories to add.
#1 When my family moved into our new home when i was about 8 years old, I was afraid to sleep in my upstairs bedroom all alone. So my little brother and I would make a pallet on the floor of my parents room. One night I couldn’t sleep, so I was just looking around the room and trying to amuse myself. When I turned to look towards the wall, there was a young woman facing the corner. She had her arms kind of held up protectively over her chest. As I was looking at her, she turned around and stared at me. She was crying and all hunched up like she was scared. This terrified my little 8-year-old self. I dove under the covers and bawled my eyes out. I never saw her again.
#2 Two nights ago I was laying in bed trying to go to sleep (I’m an insomniac). At about three in the morning I start hearing a noise. It was just like some one drumming their fingers against a desk. You know how people do when they get bored, nervous, or restless? It sounded very near. I have an upstairs window, no trees or anything near it, and the noise was coming from the wooden windowsill that is only inside. As soon as I sat up in bed to investigate, the drumming stopped. I was unable to sleep for the rest of the night.
Weird noises are constantly coming from upstairs. Footsteps, thumping, and other sounds that are definitely not the house settling. That was just the latest episode. I can’t think of a single reason why my house would be haunted. My family built the house in a wooded area that, as far as we know, had never been lived in before. Creepy.
Last week I fell asleep in my bed wearing my school clothes. When I woke up, my shirt was off over my head except for the one sleeve, and the other sleeve was wrapped tightly around my neck like a scarf.
What the…?
I live in a fraternity house. It used to be a double, meaning the top and base floors are exactly the same, and have separate entrances. Well anyway, now it’s our frat house. My friend John lives in the master bedroom on the bottom floor, at the end of the hall. A guy named Clint lives on the top floor, same room. Every night, anywhere between 10 pm and 1 am, we will hear banging and thumping around for about 20-30 minutes, from the room upstairs. Not just someone walking, but thumping and banging and stuff. We can’t, for the life of us, figure out what the fuck is going on. One time, when we heard it, we crept upstairs and laid down and watched under the door, but then it stopped, and didn’t start again. John asked him about it one time, and he just smiled blankly and said “What do you mean?” It was very uncomfortable.
What the hell!?
–Tim
Welfy: Strange.
Ogre: Yeah true. Never thought of that. Seven foot rattlers, though. ::shudder:: makes me uncomfortable.
Also. When guys who are younger than you wear beards. High school guys I mean…there’s this sophmore guy in my school who sports a beard. Its just odd. I’m a girl and all but still. High school guys in general…they should really go beardless…Just my opinion.
On the topic of having a double – I actually have two! One is Barret Oliver (the little android in D.A.R.Y.L.), and the other works at a bar in Lincoln, NE.
And, for VVC things:
I predicted Jim Henson’s death in a dream. I had a dream that started off with Kermit and Gonzo running along the roof of an apartment. Kermit goes into the roof access thing (sorry, don’t know what they’re really called… the things with the stairs), which happened to be an elevator that went up! Then, I saw all the Muppets in a church, singing, dancing, etc. Which is strikingly like what I recall of the details of Henson’s funeral.
I had a dream in which I was in the role of Paul Atredies. Various detalis were nutty, mostly because it was a dream. Another good deal later (the dream was in the summer, the upcoming event was during the school year), describing the differences between the book and the Lynch film adaptation of Dune, a friend pointed out that rather than saying ‘the Fremen,’ I was saying ‘my Fremen!’ If I ever have dreams involving sheaves of wheat bowing down to a bigger sheave of wheat, I’ll warn you of the jihad. 
The #1 very vaguely creepy story I have happened when I was probably about 14. It was right around the time when AIDS was coming into the public eye, to give you some idea.
I had a very vivid dream one night where I woke up in my actual bedroom, walked down the hall to the bathroom, then looked in the mirror. My face was not my face (of course I didn’t realize this until later). The face I saw had red hair, very stringy and thin, and the girl herself was a bit older than me. She looked very pale and thin, and very very sad. When I woke up, I thought no more about it - until …
My dad had a subscription to Newsweek magazine, which I always thumbed through. When that week’s issue came, I was looking through an article on AIDS when I turned the page and saw a picture of that same girl from my dream.
I spent the next couple years terrified that I was going to die from AIDS.
E. T. for the Atari 2600 scared the living crap out of me when I was a wee lad of four. Just something about the title screen.
More recently, an old Famicom game called Sweet Home was translated by some translation group or other, and it’s a great game. It also pushes the limits of eight-bit creepiness, and was the inspiration for Resident Evil.
After a few hours of Sweet Home, a thought floated into my head: “You know, it’s a really good thing this game didn’t come out in America in 1988.” The entire game is flat-out creepy. If I had been playing that game at the age of six. the music alone would have been unbearably creepy, nevermind if I had made it far enough to encounter one of the zombie torsos that give ominous warnings, or one of the enemies that looks like an ordinary person until you hit it and it turns around to reveal that HALF OF ITS FACE WAS STRIPPED TO THE SKULL, it would have been crying, wet-pants time.
Good game, though.
My wife’s grandfather died over in India when he was about 100 years old. During his last days he would sit in a chair and tell my mother-in-law about the cute furry animal that kept coming to visit and keep him company. It would sit in his lap and he would pet it. There was no animal that anyone else could see.
This one is not “vaguely” creepy, but definitely creepy.
In college I had a German-American roommate; we’ll call him “Fritz” (not his real name). One Saturday night he went to a Black Sabbath concert. There was no sign of him the following day. Or the day after.
Finally on Tuesday afternoon he walks in, nonchalant as ever. I was like, “Fritz, where you been? I was starting to get worried.” He looked at me as though I had said something ridiculous. He was like, “What do you mean? After the Black Sabbath concert I slept in my car, then when I woke up I went to the library to study, and then came back here.”
I said, “Fritz, what happened to you the last three days?” He said, “Huh? I just saw you last night. Today is Sunday.” I said, “No, today is Tuesday!” He didn’t believe me. He thought I was trying to play a stupid joke on him. Once I finally convinced him it was Tuesday, he couldn’t explain what had happened since Saturday night. This will always remain in the annals of . . .
the UNEXPLAINED.
I don’t know why, but that is really freakin’ me out.
::curls up in a corner with a teddy bear::
I have had a few dreams where I was having sex with my younger brother.
AND ENJOYING IT.
Ick! Eek!
Once maybe two or three years ago i was on a vacation to Prague. I’d just got into the hotel, and if anyone’s ever made this trip, they’ll know it’s hell. You fly from Pittsburgh to Frankfurt, and then from Frankfurt to Berlin, but there’s usually like a five or six hour layover in Frankfurt, which has to have the most unsettling airport in the world. All shades of grays, with lots of open space, no discernible order to any of it, and barbed wire ontop of the shuttles for some God-unknown reason. anyway, I’d just gotten into Prague and I was dead tired. I decided to go to sleep for a little while in my room until later, so I’d be at least slightly rested to hit the town. Well, I only slept for about twenty minutes (so tired that i couldnt fall asleep; happens sometimeS) and when i awoke, i felt this really great pain on the inside of my elbow on i believe my left arm. turns out in the twenty minutes I’d been asleep, i’d somehow cut myself in a way that made it look almost exactly like a track mark. damn odd.
-h.p.e.