I’ve noticed here in Southern California this time of year there are seed pods that pop open in the evening as the air cools. It’s not really loud but it is a pretty noticeable sound as thousands of pods pop all around you on a desolate hill.
Yeah, this is pretty creepy: about four years ago, I read an article about people who woke up in the night and found themselves having dreams while in an awake state. That very night, I woke up abruptly around three am. I was lying there with my eyes closed, fully awake, when I opened my eyes and saw a red floating demon’s head near the ceiling. As I watched, it turned and looked at me, then started moving towards me. I thought, shit, this is REAL! Terrified, I closed my eyes; when I opened them again, it had gone.
That was just the start. Over the next year or so, these things became an almost nightly occurence. The scariest ones always involved seeing human images – once I opened my eyes to see a face right above mine, staring at me. Needless to say, I freaked out and started screaming. It took my husband ages to calm me down. Another time, I woke up and saw a figure sitting on the side of the bed. I thought it was my husband, and said his name, and he drowsily replied from the pillow beside me. I started screaming again, and even with my husband holding and rocking me, the image was still there, unmoving, like a transparent photo image. I kept saying, oh my god, it’s still there, it’s still there! I’ve also seen bodies lying floating above me. Except for the demon-face at the start of this time, none of the images moved, and were mostly transparent white.
The human images were unusual, though. Mostly what I would see upon opening my eyes were strange geometric shapes floating past, or instruments that looked like bizarre dentistry tools. It got to where I was very used to seeing these things, and almost blase about it. They stopped abruptly after about a year. It was a nightly occurence, and then suddenly it just ended.
Very strange.
I also find moths very creepy. I don’t know why they scare me.
Stompy
I’m not at all superstitious and don’t actively seek out communications from the dead. It’s always vaguely creepy when they stop by…
There was a visiting professor when I was in college here on the west coast, who died on the east coast a few semesters after the term. The night before I heard of his death, while lying in bed half asleep, I had a sort of half awake dream that he was flying overhead on his way west.
I was fishing on a small lake in California’s Eastern Sierras last week. I looked up and saw two men walking on the trail about 20 feet away One of them was frail and sickly and looked exactly like someone I knew. This friend was an avid hiker who died about 3 years ago after a long debilitating illness. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end for at least the next half hour.
I just got back from a mini vacation where I had something creepy happen.
While I was staying in the hotel, I had a possessed air conditioner. Anytime I would look at it, it would start up. And this wasn’t one of those ACs that are on a timer or anything. To turn it on, you had to go over there and turn the dial. But every single time I looked at it, it would turn on. I found that VERY creepy.
along the lines of homer’s manmade lake creep-out–
there’s a manmade lake a few miles from where i live. last summer, my family and i went canoeing there. now, it’s a recently made lake, and there are oodles of dead trees sticking out of the water. every now and again, you run into them when canoeing, and that’s creepy.
so then my mom told me this story: about two years ago, a couple of guys were jetting along in a speed boat, hit a tree, and their boat flipped. the men were knocked unconscious and drowned. but the really creepy part is that they never found their bodies. the official story is that the bodies got caught in the trees under water. the lake is up to 250 feet deep, and they sent divers to look, but they couldn’t find anything. i haven’t been back to that lake since. just think about that…
<shudder>
That reminds me about when we lived about 3 blocks from the city park. The body of a teenage boy was floating there a couple of days before anyone saw it. I never have passed the park lake since it happened…maybe 15 years ago but what I can imagine that scene. Brrrr
couple more creepy things:
When I was about 15 I convinced my parents to fix up the upstairs level of our house so I could use it as a bedroom. (my previous bedroom was downstairs and just off of the living room. It afforded me very little privacy, which at 15, was all I wanted.) The upstairs is really just a glorified attic. At the top of the stairs there is a little “room” on either side–one side is still used for storage, and the other side was converted to be a sort of closet for me. At the other side of the closet, opposite the top of the stairs is the doorway to what is now my bedroom. One night, shortly after moving upstairs, I was getting undressed; I had just taken off my shirt and bra and was carrying them out to the hamper in the closet. I casually glanced up and at the top of the stairs, not 5 feet from me, was a ghostly image of an old man in 1930/40s era clothes, with a sinister look on his face and his hands outstretched like he was reaching to grope me. I startled and jumped back and immediately he disappeared. I hurriedly put my shirt back on and rushed back into my bedroom. I so didn’t want to stay upstairs that night, but the only way out was the down the stairs where he was. That night I slept in my clothes, with the light on. I’ve never seen him before or since, but it still scares the shit out of me just thinking about it (it doesn’t help that from where I am typing this I can see the exact spot on the stairs where I saw him. I’m shivering and practically having a nervous fit here, glancing from the stairs to the computer screen and back to the stairs again.)
Another kinda creepy thing that happened upstairs: I used to have a cat that stayed upstairs with me a lot and slept there every night. One night she peed on the carpet, which she very rarely did, and she should have known better. So to “punish” her, I put her downstairs for the night. As I was cleaning up the mess I see her walking back into my bedroom. I was positive I had shut the door tight behind me when I took her down, and besides I have some bells on a sting dangling around the doorknob, so that whenever the door is opened–or moved at all–they jingle, and I had heard no jingling. So I’m thinking, well, maybe I didn’t shut it tight, and she was able to pull the door open gently enough not to ring the bells. I go to investigate. The door is still shut tight. Even if she had managed to quietly pull the door open, there’s no way she could have shut the door behind her. I’ve spoken with other people who say their cats sometimes magically appear on the other side of a closed door, too. Weird.
'Nother creepy cat story: Last March we had to have one of our cats put to sleep. We buried her in the backyard beneath a pine tree. This June I was outside, reading, and I glance up and see a cat slinking across our yard. There are lots of stray 'round here, and I don’t really think much of it, though it does strike me as odd that from a distance this cat looks exactly like the one we had put down last March–all black. I finished reading the chapter I’m on, then turn my attention back to the cat. It’s now sitting under the pine tree (opposite side of the grave, though) about 30 feet away from me, just glaring at me with these big yellow eyes. I am more than a little unnerved at this point. The cat and I hold eye contact for a good 5 or 10 minutes. Neither of us move at all. I finally work up the nerve to approach him. I stand up, and walk towards him in a kinda roundabout way, approaching him from the side. He still hasn’t moved, and is still staring at the place I was sitting before. When I’m about 5 feet from him I say something–I can’t remember exactly what, something stupid and mundane like “hey kitty”. It doesn’t get any reaction from him. I make a sort of clicking noise with my tongue that I always use to call my cats. He turns his head, glares at me a moment, the turns back to staring intently at that place I was sitting before. I kneel down next to him and start to talk again, “ya know, you look kinda like a cat we had put to sleep last March, only she wasn’t as fat as you.” Even insulting him doesn’t get a response. I hold out my hand–like you do to dogs, so they can get your scent. He looks at it briefly, then goes back to staring. I start petting him, and still get no reaction at all. He doesn’t move a muscle, and he hasn’t made a sound the whole time I’ve been there. After stroking his back for about 30 seconds he starts to growl ominously. I
pull my hand away and slowly take a step back. Still growling, he slinks further underneath the pine towards my cat’s grave. I don’t want to know what he’s doing over
there. I leave the scene and stay in the house the rest of the afternoon.
Gosh, this post is turning out longer than I expected (and this is my first post to the SD boards, too) Just one more brief thing…
I live very close to Plainfield WI, where, back in the 1950s serial killer/freaky psycho Ed Gein lived, and where he killed at least 2 women and dug up several bodies from local graveyards. The Tru Valu hardware store where he killed one of his victims is still open for business, and I think it’s even run by the same family. I’ve been inside once, and although in every respect it looks like any small town hardware store, I just found it overwhelmingly creepy and had to leave. (My uncle once took a Polaroid of the outside of the store, and some weird apparition appeared on the film.)
(there’s plenty more creepy Gein stuff, probably lots available online. You want creepy, look into Ed Gein. shudder…)
I have a couple of things that are rather creepy.
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About a year ago, I was having this dream and all of a sudden, I woke up. Well, I went to the bathroom and made my way back to bed. Not sooner than five minutes, I fell back asleep and my dream just picked right up where it had left off before I woke up.- That was probably * the * creepiest thing that has ever happened to me, other than…
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About two years ago, I kept having this recurring dream that I was being chased around town by this man with a gun, and every single time, I ended up dying. This dream went on for about four nights, and then on the fifth night, I must have killed the guy because the dream had a happy ending (sort of, anyway) and I never had that dream again.
All in all, I just feel like all of those out-of-the-ordinary dreams are creepy…:eek:
Been reading the message boards for a while, but haven’t had the guts to post… however… this seemed just weird enough for me 
My mom has two cats that can open doors just enough to squeeze through, then they swing shut again… it makes it seem like they walk right through them. One bats at the doornob till it opens, the other one just rams his shoulder into the door and hopes the latch gives. Its not pleasant to be woken up to… “THUMP… THUMP… creeeeeeeeeek…”
Other creepy things… my siblings and i have started a sort of support group for all the weird things we’ve seen/dremt. My brother had the same “dreams” of the white shadow floating over him - one night, my mother was awakened to a very loud scream and things crashing, bro swears that one tried to hand a popcorn bowl to him, eek - my sisters dream about movies and things months before the commercials come on TV.
The fact we even have to discuss this stuff with eachother creeps me out the most.
Don’t normally quote myself, but I just realized that that second “creepy” thing he mentioned is probably this station…
Ok. I guess a spy station playing “Pop Goes The Weasel” is a little creepy.
Okay, a couple creepy things here…
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In the Bahamas, my dad and I waded back into some flats and came across, literally, hundreds of jellyfish inverted on the mud in an area of water about 1 foot deep. Granted, that’s how these type feed, but do they have to do it in huge groups? Sheesh!
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Also, while wading back into the flats, we came across a blue hole. For those of you who have not seen pictures of a blue hole, you should find some online. For the most part, they’re really beautiful. At any rate, we’re walking in about 1 foot deep water once more, and the the depth just drops straight off. Vertical. The water in the hole was practically black, just this seemingly endless hole in the middle of a vast area of shin deep water. I’ll be danged if I’M going swimming in one of those things. I’d be nicely backlit for whatever’s down there watching me.
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About once a month, I’ll be thinking of a song about 2 seconds before it comes on the radio. Not that creepy, but it gives me pause when it occurs.
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This isn’t really creepy, but it’s definately odd. Both of my grandads having heart attacks within 30 hours of eachother. What are the odds of that?
I heard about one guy who woke up in the middle of the night, and found his roommate standing at the foot of the bed, STARING AT HIM WHILE HE SLEPT.
This just happened about 30 minutes ago, the most creepy moment in my recent life.
I decide to camp out in my backyard, after about 30min of reading/music, I take the phones off and try to get some shut eye. After about 5min, its pretty dark by now (for a city backyard), I start hearing something walking around the tent in all directions. Now, my grass is about 2.5" high, if its very quiet you can tell very distinctly when someone walks on it, and I heard that. I open up my tent windows, look all around, nothing… I try to rest abit more, but I hear more of this. I calm down abit, and see a face in the clouds, pretty normal, while bringing my head back to the centre of the tent I see that my room light is on. My entire house was dark before with no lights on. I think ah! someone must be home, so I take my cordless phone that is beside me and press the intercom, on the third ring my phone just shuts off, and it still works afterwards and was not low on battery.
A dog starts barking right at my backyard, I look around, nothing, and it countinues to bark. After a minute it just begins to whimper for no reason, and shuts up…
I am now totally freaked out, I figure if I make a run for the house no ghosts or the like will get me, but then I look at the neighbour’s trees and I see a giant face that was formed because of the light shining through at the correct places, making a face with a mouth. The eyes were perfectly the same brightness, then I notice these other pairs of eyes just like it but no mouths. Now i’m too scared to move, and I look at my house on closer inspection, I notice the family room’s lights are on (its half built into the ground). I look at the other side of the house, where my basement window is, and I see a bright halogen-like light coming from the basement window shining on the fence. Now I am ABSOLUTELY sure both of these lights were off prior to me leaving the house.
I finally attempt to call my dad to come check on the house, if anyone is inside, because i’m too scared to do it. The first try, all I hear is radio static, not the dial tone but just radio static. I try again and get him to come.
After 10minutes I think it’s him, I hear the backyard door open (the clicking sound you get), so I turn on my flashlight and then… nothing. Eventually someone comes inside the house and turns the kitchen light on (which I had been facing the whole time), I yell, and its my mom, she turns on the patio light and comes. When she turns on the patio light I notice that the previously daemonic looking tree that had its figure given by light shining through at the right place, now still had a face at the EXACT SAME SPOT with shadows highlighting the figures this time. With the light on, I now see a freaking wolf like figure outside of my tent, I then notice its just smoke as it fades away (I had a mosquito coil… but it looking like a wolf is oddly coincedental). I walk out of the tent and check out what the hell is up with the basement light, looks light the basement light wasn’t on, and the previous rectangle shaped halogen type light I saw for the last hour was gone…
The other creepy things are:
All the while still hearing the footsteps the whole time, thankfully I had a radio with me and if I did not have it I surely would have went insane.
Whenever I looked up at the sky I always saw a face-shaped cloud, only ONCE did I not see one. When I notice the “faces”, half of the time they disappear into normal clouds as I am looking at them (in a fraction of a second).
Children (~7 years old) laughing and talking to each other, I could not make out the context. But it is 11:30PM, in my neighbour hood you would never ever have parents who let their 7 year old kids walk out at night. Hearing teens is normal but not children.
Sorry for the long post, but all these strange coincidental events adding up were just too creepy.
Ok, I’m sitting here reading all of these creepy stories, and I look over my shoulder, and there is a giant stuffed bear staring at me! You know the big yellow ones from carnivals. After I catch my breath, I remembered that it is my sister’s. I didn’t notice it before because I came into the living room w/o turing on the light. But it scared the bejeesus out of me. Now it’s just sitting here, looking at me with its big glass eyes, freaking me out.
Maybe it’s time for me to go to bed.
Ok, back in college we had a blizzard, the power went out, and a bunch of people (some were friends of friends I barely knew) ended up hanging out in my dorm room. The atmosphere seemed like a good one for scary stories, so we basically sat around trying to freak the bloody hell out of each other.
I had just done a paper on Jack the Ripper, and figured I could raise a few goosebumps with the stuff I learned, so started regaling everyone with my knowledge of the grisly murders. Well at one point, instead of saying “His final victim…” I said “My final victim…”
To be honest, I didn’t even notice I’d said it til much later when my roommate pointed it out. Most of those people didn’t talk to me much anymore after that…
My favorite posting is Commander Cyclops’. Sam, call home.
My creepy event happened when I was about nineteen. A friend and I were driving to another friend’s house for a party. We spent an hour trying to get there because we kept getting lost. This is creepy because the guy was one of my best friends and I’d been to his house many times. Finally, I blew my stack and said, “I give up.”
It turns out the party was busted by the cops. I just missed being arrested.
This happened to me twice when I was ill with the flu. For some reason when I get the flu I tend to have some of the weirdest dreams I have ever had. These dreams are some kind of delerium. When ill do any others tend to focus on something small until it grows out of proportion into something massive or do I just sound crazy - it freaks me out.
Back to my dreams.
The first time it happened I was having a pretty vivid dream in my sick bed. It ended with my doing something that I belatedly realized caused the end of the world. This is when I wake up in a panic thinking that I caused the end of the world. I’M AWAKE AT THE TIME AND I STILL THINK I ENDED THE WORLD. I started to think ‘o shit o shit’ and sat up in bed. Next thing I remember is i’m turning on the light in the kitchen, looking around and then switching it off and going back to bed. This scared me in the morning.
Next time I had the flu it happened again on this time my dreams were just shapes and colours but I knew that one of them meant i caused the end of the world again and couldn’t wake up (Germany was represented by one of the shapes but I don’t know why)
One other thing non-dream related : the primary school in my town (elementary school for americans) had to suspend a teacher for one of the weirdest reasons ever. A little girl complained to her parents about a report she had to do for class. This report was to be on Charlie Mansun(sp?). Turns out the teacher had a shrine to him in his class and was teaching the children all about him.
weird or wha?
Actually, what has always creeped me out more than anything is the Straight Dope.
I’ve been reading it since I was a kid (maybe, 8 years old or so), and I’ve always had an imagination that can run away with me. Reading those columns on stigmata and spontaneous human combustion and alien hand syndrome… shudders I still have phobias about thses things that my friends tease me about.
Erika: What’s scarier than having your friends be able to say obfuscate is less creepy than them USING it… There and then you look away for about 1/2 a second and then they’re no where in sight.
The Sound of Music, Maria and the kids are singing the song about the lonely goatherd, while they put on a marionette show with the puppet theatre Uncle Max (Detweiler) brought them. One of the set pieces consists of several puppets portraying an “oompah” band and drinkers in a biergarten. The musician puppets are made in such a way that their cheeks appear to bulge out when they blow into their instruments. And the clarinettist has these big black caterpillar eyebrows that wiggle independently.
Creepy.
Ok, this is a little-creepier-than normal…two really weird stories.
The first is set in McClusky, North Dakota, a soon-to-be-extinct town that (apparently) is the geographic center of the state - in other words, truly the middle of nowhere. Anyway, it’s my grandmother’s home town. Her youngest brother was the last of the family to live there; he owned a furniture store and the town mortuary. As was once common in these little towns, the mortuary was * attached to the house.*
So in about 1976 there was a family reunion, and my grandparents and I drove from Fargo to stay in said house with Aunt Irene and Uncle Bud. I was about 7.
Even as a little kid I never slept well in a strange bed, so at some point in the middle of the night I got up and decided to look around (we know where this is going, right?). So I take a little left, walk through a doorway, and find myself in the main viewing room. Three bodies are neatly laid out in coffins, with little electric lights above each. To say I freaked out is perhaps the wildest understatement imaginable.
The small consolation was that I hadn’t managed to find my way down to the basement, which is where the actual work was performed.
Cremation’s just so much neater, you know? Burn 'em and urn 'em.
The second story is set at a state park in Maryland, about 4 years later. I was a Webelo scout, attending my first real Boy Scout event – a state-wide camporee, held near a river in the western part of the state. The first night, some older scouts from another troop came by, gathering people to go out stargazing (I think a couple of the guys had good binoculars with them). What could be more boy-scoutly than that? So off we go, about 8 of us I think.
We head towards the river, trying to find a good clearing for the best view. We end up at a bridge, and in the clearing on the other bank we see a group of about two dozen seated scouts, with a scoutmaster facing them. And standing next him, a guy in a white sheet.
They’re lit by a cross burning.
Remember, this is 1980 in western Maryland, where the Klan was active. I didn’t know much about them; I was from the DC suburbs, and although our town wasn’t that well integrated our favorite neighbors were a black family across the street.
The main thing I knew was that the Klan always seemed to have guns.
All 8 of us (I think we were all white; I know none of us was black) were kinda scared. But one of the older boys (14? 15?) turned around and whispered a little plan:
On the count of three we screamed “Black Power forever!” and ran like hell.
I don’t think any of us ever told anyone what we’d seen. I’m sure the BSA would’ve investigated, but the whole thing was too frightening. I know I only told my father a couple of years ago.