A few minutes ago, racinchikki mentioned that she was reading the original VVC (Where we met. How romantic. And a little creepy…), and I said “It should be revived. lots of new people potentially with creepy stories since then.” Then she linked me to this. That’s Very Vaguely Creepy.
[sub]Clearly, Dave can read our minds and must be disposed of.
Crap, he can read our minds. That means we can’t sneak up on him.[/sub]
My VVC story for the day -
Last weekend or maybe the weekend before, we went to Jefferson, Texas to do some antiquing and photography. We went into a museum there, which is very poorly curated and has a bustle dress hung backwards on a dummy. But worse than the bustle dress was the floor full of mannequins and dolls - actually, they’re on the same floor as the bustle dress… The museum is in an old courthouse/post office, and it goes up three or four stories in a very narrow fashion. The third floor is all mannequins and dolls, and no artificial lighting, just the windows. There’s a bunch of antique clothing, and life-size dolls in ragged original clothes, and a dummy of a woman in a nightgown bending over a dummy of a baby in a cradle… I couldn’t stay there very long. It made my skin crawl. I kept expecting one of them to move.
My 5 year old daughter will, when she wakes up in the morning, come into my room to see if I’m awake. One morning when I was half-asleep, I heard her bedroom door open and little footsteps coming down the hall. I was sleeping with my back to the door; I heard my door open, the little footsteps came to the side of my bed, and I felt a little body climb up onto the bed, and lean over me with its hands on my hips, as my daughter often does so she can see if my eyes are open. Then the little footsteps retreated back down the hall into the living room and I heard the TV come on.
It didn’t occur to me until much later in the day that my daughter and son had spent the night at my mother’s house, my husband had been at work, and the only pet we have is a betta fish who doesn’t wander around much; I was the only one home that morning. I chalked it up to a hypnagogic hallucination, which I am prone to, but that didn’t explain why I found the TV on and tuned to Nick Jr. when I got up.
It was the fish jonesing on Spongebob.
I find it V V C that I was thinking this a.m. on my way to work that I was gonna search for the original V V C thread cuz I wanted to re-read it. I get to work, and on the fron t page is a new V V C thread and a link to the original. Life is good…
Creepy stuff, vaugely or not, seems to happen to me a lot…I suppose I should start with both the tamest and most recent one…I was just reading the original VVC thread, and had highlighted a bit of text and scrolled up to look for something(a common habit of mine), and decided to forget it and keep reading. I start going back down the replies, the decide it would be easier just to use ctrl+f. I do so and type in most of a poster’s name, and have it search. Nothing. Okay, probably spelled it wrong. Enter part of the name, several fragments of words are highlighted, all the way down to the bottom, without hitting the post in question. Then I try yet again, using another different search term, no results. I decide to manually find the post, and all three queries should have found it. Spelled the name right, everything…
Then there are the mental images/thoughts of things that have happened a few times…like in one instance, a sudden thought that sometime next year, one of my friends will die in some type of car accident, another one ill drift away after this, and a girl I’m not too fond of will become my only close friend left, triggered by a comment by someone that said about how aforementioned girl would be the only friend of mine left that I’d have in a few years…
And then there’s the reason I don’t like being upstairs alone at my parents’ house…I feel like there’s something there, I’m not sure what…as soon as I step up there at least 90% of the time, I get really panicked, and can only calm myself down a bit by talking to it…nothing understandable, just syllables strung together…
Disclaimer:
I don’t particularly believe in the supernatural, aliens, unicorns, etc. and can occasionally be found frequenting the god or no god threads.
So last year I was getting off work when a friend invited me over for an impromptu get together. I decided I’d grab a quick burger first and on the way to Whataburger I mulled over what brand of beer to pick up for the party.
Actually, I thought to myself, after a bite I’ll stop for a sixer of my personal favorite: Shiner Bock.
Then it occurred to me that most of my friends drink Bud Light.
Hmm. What to do?
I get to Whataburger and stand in line behind two other people.
The fella directly in front of me was in his 50s or 60s, very disheveled, possibly homeless.
I’m perusing the menu, minding my own business, when this man turns around and says " Go with the Bud Light, maybe you’ll get lucky."
He turns back around as nonchalantly as before and waits patiently as if nothing ever happened.
I, however, am utterly stunned. I’m sure my jaw must have literally dropped.
I didn’t know what to do, what to think. Should I run?
Well for lack of a better idea I just went ahead and placed my order then sat off in a corner. The guy was sitting up front by the counter waiting for his order. I kept my eyes planted on him, wondering or fearing that he might approach me. He never acknowledged me again.
Not sure how I might have handled it.
I bet you bought some Bud F’N Light!!
And I have seen hawks on every fencepost and telephone pole for several hundred yards…just perched there like they were generals inspecting the parade. Fairly creepy…
F’N right I did!
Not sure what gettin’ lucky meant. I know I didn’t die that night.
Lucky you!
didn’t the movie “the core” start out with odd bird phenom.? perhaps it is all the sun activity…
My first post (hi everyone)!
I have had several creepy things happen to me over the years.
I grew up in a very small town, and evidentally my doppelganger lived one town away. When I was around age 13 strangers constantly came up to me to tell me how much I resembled a girl, Jill, from the neighboring town. I vividly remember being in the local movie theater, where two sisters from my school kept waving at me during the picture. I knew them by their faces (small school), so I waved back. After the movie, I was standing outside (in the light), and they came up to me and said, “Hey Jill, what’s up?” and they started talking about “my” mom, their AUNT! They were this girl’s cousins! I told them I wasn’t Jill and they didn’t believe me!!! They actually acted hurt when I wouldn’t drop the “act”. One of them came up to me at school and told me that she’d talked to her mom, who told her that Jill wasn’t at the movies that night. That is what it took to get them to believe me. Years later I dated a guy from Jill’s town, and he showed me his yearbooks. The years after age 13 we looked like we could have been related, but at age 13 she could have been me. It was creepy. I wonder how many people told her she looked just like this girl named Cindy…
I sleep with a fan on. I’ve done this since I was a child, since I am a very light sleeper and every small noise will wake me if I don’t have some sort of while noise going. Ever since we moved into the duplex where we live currently, I hear voices when I try to sleep alone in my bedroom. Always just soft enough that I can’t make out words under the roar of the fan, but I hear them loud enough that I can tell if they are male or female, and I can also tell that it is more than two voices. It does not happen when my husband or daughter sleep in the room with me, only when I’m alone. For awhile I thought it might be my neighbors in the adjoining duplex watching television, but they moved and that apartment remained empty for months and the voices continued. So now when I’m home alone I sleep on the couch in the living room, and I don’t hear them there.
Perhaps I’ll post more later, I’ve just creeped myself out. 
I have two locks on the door to my apartment. One is a keyed lock, openable from the outside. The other is a deadbolt, accessible only from the inside. There’s not even a hint that it exists on the outside of the door. I had a bad habit of only locking the keyed lock when I got home, in case Gunslinger came over - he has a key, so he could let himself in. However, after an incident with one of the maintenance guys letting himself in with the skeleton key while I was in the shower, I realized I needed to start locking both locks. I specifically made sure to lock the deadbolt.
My apartment tends to have lots of strange noises anyway. Most of them, I’ve decided, are from the neighboring apartments; the soundproofing in this complex isn’t the greatest, and I can hear pots and pans rattling and my downstairs neighbor getting up to go to work in the wee sma’s. So most of the time I try to ignore the noises in the apartment.
But that night, after I locked the deadbolt and went to bed, I found myself woken up by the sounds my downstairs neighbor was making. I was startled at first but quickly realized it was just him, and rolled over to go back to sleep.
Then I heard the distinctive metallic thud of the deadbolt being turned.
I lay awake, motionless and terrified, for easily an hour. The silence and the lateness of the hour finally lulled me back to sleep. When I awoke I remembered the previous night but figured I had just heard the neighbor again, unusually clearly (normally such small noises aren’t audible - just vague murmurings from TVs left on to loud, and thuds when things are dropped, and such).
Then I went into the living room and glanced at the door.
The deadbolt was unlocked.
[sub]The rational explanation is that I really HAD forgotten to lock the deadbolt the night before… but at the time I was 100% sure that I HAD locked it because I had made especially sure and taken care to do so…[/sub]
This struck me as vaguely creepy:
Like a bazillion other people, a friend and I went to a barnes and noble to wait for the release of the latest harry potter book. While we were there we read most of an interesting guide book to strange places in New England (and I wish I’d written down the title) and browsed the books for practically forever. One of the books I looked at looked a little interesting, so I wrote down the title, intending to look it up later, since I’d never heard of it or the author and I was already buying too many books that night.
Only when I got home and looked it up on amazon’s and B&N’s websites, I couldn’t find it. So I figured, oh well, I guess I’ll buy it the next time I go to that B&N (it’s not the closest to my house). But when I went there next, it wasn’t there. I shrugged it off, and decided that it probably wouldn’t have been great anyway, and totally forgot about it.
Then, three months later, I was looking through the 3 for a dollar books at the library, and I was annoyed that I couldn’t find a third book I liked. I was about to give up when I noticed something yellow peeking out a 1/4th of an inch beyond the shelves’ facing, so I decided to see what the hidden book was. And there it was, the book that I’d nearly convinced myself didn’t exist!
I was glad to get it for 34 cents…which is about all it’s worth too, now that I’ve tried to read it.
Around this time of the year, i see thousands (not kidding) of birds swarming -like waves of water- above the trees at a small forest not so far from my house.
My only conclusion is that they are gathering for migration. Although i haven’t heard that kind (the name eludes me) migrate at all.
You want creepy?
I was in my room, with the window a little open to let the air circulate. The weather at the time wasn’t cold enough so you could see your own breath-cloud.
I was lighting a candle, then noticed as i blew it out, the little rope of smoke made a very lovely pattern as it dissipated, so i relit it, in order to capture this on film.
I took a breath to blow out the match, and proceeded to. I stopped as the match went out, but still had a little breath left.
After an instant i let it softly out. As i did so, smoke came out of my mouth. :eek:
No, i didn’t smoke during this (i don’t at all). No, i said the weather was luke-warm (not cold enough for a breath).
Maybe i inhaled some of the smoke from the candle (beginning when i blew it out) or maybe it was the match’s…
I have a hand mirror in my room with a frame of stained glass. The frame is shaped like a bird, with the bird’s tail being the handle.
One day I looked at it and the handle had broken off. My parents never go into my room, and my brother denies breaking the mirror. I’m inclined to believe him, and I certainly didn’t break it.
It’s possible that my cat knocked it off the table and broke it…but it was sitting on the table in two pieces, and the cat doesn’t usually pick things up.
There have also been little things moving around/going missing in my room. I had a little container of rhinestones, and I keep finding them in my carpet, and I never spilled them. My earrings will be lying in a different place on my bedside table from where I last left them. Books move places on my shelf. I’d blame that on my brother, but he can’t reach the shelves.
It’s driving me crazy.