What I find very creepy is this thread had 200 some posts
Once during my first marriage we were staying over at my in-laws’ house; we slept down in the basement. We had been out tripping on LSD and came back to bed down for the night.
A doorway right in front of me had some metal bracket attached to the door jamb, and it jutted out into the doorway about 6 inches at face height. It was dangerous because anybody not seeing it in dim light could hurt their face on it. So for safety’s sake to make it visible they put a green rubber glove over it.
Bad choice.
As I went to lie down, I looked up in the doorway and saw a horrible green Hand there, ready to grab me. My overactive brain tripping on LSD was seriously freaked out by the Horror Hand extending from beyond the dark doorway. It was a vision dredged up from the subconscious’s darkest unspeakable nightmares. Even though I knew perfectly well what it was, the sight still gave me the major willies. I spent one uneasy night.
things I find creepy:
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mirrors. ever since i was in third grade, and my friend’s birthday party where the other girls decided to try “bloody mary”. they all started screaming and refused to speak about what went on…
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windows. i have conflicting urges to see out of them so nothing can sneak up on me, and have them covered out of fear for what i might see.
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clowns. they’re evil.
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porcelain dolls, especially the very old cracked ones. they’re gonna come to life and kill me…
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knowing what my best friend is going to say before she says it. this also works with people not my best friend, but it’s most reliable with her. we can think things at each other and we’ll both know what we’re thinking… it’s not really telepathy, but odd.
specific creepiness:
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I have a three-year-old foster sister who has this plastic baby doll she plays with in the tub. I also have henna shampoo that brings out the red highlights in my hair. One day my sister got into my henna and the next time I went into the bathroom her naked baby doll was lying in the tub in a pool of red viscousness. It looked like death or abortion or something. It scared me crapless even after i realized what it was.
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As a little kid (between four and seven) I used to go on long hauls with my father, who is a trucker. This required being away from home for up to two weeks, and as much as I loved the chance to spend time with my dad (whom I never really got to see that much, because he was on the road) I’d start to miss my mom. I remember once he had this little plastic car phone, and he pretended to call teh house on it. He handed it to me and told me that mom was on the other line. I swear, as any diety you believe in as my witness, I HEARD SOMEONE’S VOICE COMING OUT OF THIS PHONE AND I TALKED TO IT. I didn’t find out til later that it was fake.
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There has been a gold pickup truck, about 1996 vintage I’d say so fairly new, parked in the same exact spot for a year and a half, off the road and behind some trees in the woods about three miles from my house. Every day my school bus stops at a stop sign and from the height of the bus you can just see that truck out in the woods. I’m creeped out thinking about it right now.
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I also have one of those houses with no lights, no cars, but candles every christmas near my house.
This may end up to be sort of a long post, but a lot of things creep me out. First off, and I know this was mentioned before, but sleepwalking. Once I was at a friend’s house spending the night when i was in middle school, and his older brother got up, turned on the porch light, went outside, pulled a chair up, stood on it, and started waving around the American flag without saying a word. He then proceeded to go into the bathroom and use it without turning on the light (I never did check his accuracy), then went back to bed. Also, one of my friends once told me that he dreamt that his grandmother, who had just died a few weeks before was calling him, so he went out to the deck and talked to her, and when he woke up, he was sitting on a chair out on the deck.
Another thing, and I’m surprised no one has mentioned this yet, is waking up to find body parts asleep. Once I woke up in a strange position and felt something I thought was some small animal on my right leg. I immediately started hitting it and moving around, but it wouldn’t go away. I flung the blanket off myself, and almost ran out of my room when I finally realized it was my left foot.
This has been mentioned before, and for good reason; they are some of the creepiest damn creations known to man: dolls. Their blank, glassy stares give me the willies and they always look homicidal, as if they’re waiting for just the right moment, then WHAM! they kill you with one of their weird accessories.
Another thing that’s really creepy is realizing your mortality. For example, I was in Boston taking the subway to visit an aunt in Dorchester, and this guy at the station who looked genuinely insane started talking to his friend about pushing people onto the third rail. I started to walk away, but he kept following me. I was fearing for my life, and at the same time, thinking about how I would defend myself. Fortunately the train came, he got on a different car, and I never saw him again. Still, for the rest of the day, I had the heebie-jeebies over what he might have done.
OK, two more things, then I’ll shut up. First of all, I was helping a friend of my father move a few years ago. He had two daughters, but his second daughter had a twin that never made it. I noticed a picture frame that had pictures of all three, and I first thought nothing of it, thinking that the one of the dead twin was taken before she died. However, a little later I remembered that she was stillborn, and a second glance at the picture confirmed that it wasn’t just a picture of the living daughter, because she has a very noticeable birthmark above her right eye. The really creepy thing was that there were ink handprints next to each picture, so they must’ve taken the dead one’s hand, dipped it in red ink, and dropped it on a piece of paper.
And finally, my last story I find creepy: When I was a kid, there was a nice elderly couple around the corner from me who would always buy fundraising stuff, let us take shortcuts through their yard, and that kind of thing. Well one day, the husband snapped, killed his wife, and tried to kill himself. He got sent to a hospital and no one really heard about him again. Now that alone is creepy to me, considering it was so close to my house, but what I thought really capped the whole thing off was that a girl who moved in afterward ended up having her bedroom in the murder room, and the color of the carpeting was red, although it wasn’t before the killing. Well, I’ve got no other creepy things, and if you were sufficiently creeped out, good, and if not, screw you.
Years ago, I used to do a lot of trail riding with friends. One lovely summer morning, I brought along a very skittish, very athletic young horse and we headed up the mountain. The horse had been a handful all morning, but as we rode along the ridge, he became markedly more nervous. Suddenly, he took a seven-foot leap sideways and barreled into one of the other horses. As I scrambled from his neck back into the saddle, I looked over to see what had spooked him. I expected to see a rattlesnake, not a boy dressed in fatigues, wearing green face paint, and holding what appeared to be a functional machine gun. The kid was lying motionless in the bush, just staring silently at us. Scared the hell out of me. Then I realized that we had crossed onto land owned by the local military academy. I looked around and spotted a couple more kids, similarly outfitted. I’m sure there were more that I didn’t see.
One of my friends said ‘hi’ to the one that had spooked the horse, but the kid didn’t reply. He just kept staring at us.
Even knowing that they were academy kids, it was incredibly eerie to have this bunch of child-soldiers watching us silently and expressionlessly as we passed. What was so creepy was that these kids seriously looked like they were ready to kill.
I’ve been on lakes that cover old towns, too. Scares me silly.
I do not know how many people here are Playstation gamers, but for those who are, if you are familiar with the game “Silent Hill” you will know exactly what I am talking about. For those who are not into games, Silent Hill is a horror game and IMHO is very frightening.
I was playing Silent Hill for the first time, last year, I believe sometime in the summer. I was playing the game late at night one night, and decided to call it quits for the evening. I turned off the game and went about to lock up before retiring to bed. When I went to the front door, there was a thick and heavy fog outside. (just like in the game) I stepped outside to observe the fog, and noticed that it was un-naturally quiet outside. No sound could be heard at all, except for my own heartbeat, breathing, and far off in the distance, the faint barking of a lone dog. (just like in the game) The quiet was what really creeped me out. I live in a dense residential neighborhood, where silence is unheard of, at any time of day or night. There is usually traffic, people, and all kinds of ambient noise. This night, there was none. very very creepy. :eek:
I just upgraded ICQ on my machine to 2000a Beta from a version that dates to '97 or so… the previous version had all sound functionality disabled for some time. I’m on page 3 of this thread, reading about all the “night” noises and such. It’s dark, and I’m home alone, no music on.
There’s a window right next to me, curtained.
And in the middle of this, I hear a “knock-knock-knock”, sounded like it’s on the window.
After I shoved my heart back down my throat, I realized it’s just the new ICQ telling me someone came available from Away mode.
Definitely creepy.
I fell asleep listening to the “follow the leader” album by KoRn on a drive. I woke up to people talking, and I freaked out. I didn’t realize until later that there was a hidden track at the end of it.
I was once so delerious from lack of sleep that spots on the wall started to move. I looked at my paint-streaked art box, and the paint looked like it was a mass of worms. It kept crawling around, all the while I was reminding myself that it wasn’t there. Freaky.
Hmm . . . also creepy: Those really really thuroughly realistic dreams. I’ve had several where I go through a perfectly normal day, and wake up with my time sense off, and unable to remember for sure if such-and-such really happened. Definitely creeps me out.
And a sleep walking story:
My sister had never sleep walked before this, and hasn’t ever since. We were little, she was 6 or so. She, sound asleep, got up, went into the bathroom, sat in the tub, and tried to turn it on. My mom found her crying in the tub because she couldn’t take a bath, and was sure that mom had told her to.
Once I fell asleep on the couch while the light was on. Slept on top of my arm and it fell asleep. Suddenly woke up and opened my eyes at the exact moment my arm slipped of the couch onto the floor. I saw my hand hitting the floor but could not feel it, because it was benumbed. Seeing my hand but not feeling it was creepily like seeing my severed hand falling to the floor. Ugh. It was most unpleasant.
Great stories, you two! Miss Gretchen - you said you had more stories to share but didn’t want to hog up the board. Please, hog away! Your previous post was facinating in a car-wreck-on-the-highway sort of way.
I have to agree catching someone stare or GLARE at you is pretty creepy, especially if you’re a lone, unarmed female at a bus stop or some such thing.
Also creepy - total strangers who will talk and talk and TALK to you (or AT you) even when you’re not really engaging them. I’ve long suspected I have a tattoo on my forehead that says, “If you’re wacko, please chat with me.” And if this happens at work (I work the circ desk at a law library), I can’t simply walk away or tell them to leave me alone.
Patty
This happened to me once in an open-air restaurant-type place, back when I was in college. I was eating lunch and this German woman (Elsa was her name) asked if I minded her joining me. Now this place was full of empty tables and chairs, but I thought, ‘what the hey’ and said, “Sure.” I thought she was a tourist, and assumed that Germans just did this sort of thing…
She would not shut up, about this, that, or the other, while I nodded and smiled. After about 30 full minutes (I had finished eating, and been chafing at the bit, for the last 20), she finally revealed her real purpose for sitting with me: she was a Moonie, and wanted me to come visit her church! She thought it was good that the Messiah was oriental; he would bridge the gap between the races, she said.
Okay…
Wooooo creepy stories
But listen to this one…
Well Ive lived in My dads house all my life and im gettin ready to move out(not because of what im going to tell you but because im just out of college) anyway When i was younger and I spent my days and nights in the house Id Always see things in the corner of my eye like floating kinda but then id look and itd be gone.
Well one night as i was getting ready for bed i went to get some clothes for the next day out of my closet (my bedroom is on the second floor and my closet isin the doorway that leads to the attic…I opened the door and before me was a…well i dont know what it was but a very large white smudgy type thing with no face but very creeppy(you had to be there) anyway i screemed like hell and ran downstairs my mom went up(she was still living there at the time) and checked what i was balbbering and balling and screeming about she found nothing but i still didnt sleep in that room for a couple nights
And well the other weird thing was when i was 12 i guess we had a party at my house. Cant remember what for but it was a party and my 2nd cousin and me went upstairs to the 3rd story(attic my dad had fixed up for me) to spit out the window onto peoples heads in my yard. When we got up there(this was during the day) we both saw a ghastly soldier with a gun. He wasnt pointing it at us but he had it in hand. Needless to say We both ran like hell screeming.
And still when i visit and stuff i see like well its hard to explain. Like if you look at road on a hot day you see the heat coming off of it. Thats what I see kinda but floating. VERY creepy
this is a creepy website. not for the weak stomached
http://www.shownomercy.com
Back in the mid-70s when I was a teenager, I was living on my own in North Oakland, working as a panhandler for the Berkeley Free Clinic, and I often shared my corner with some of the local moonies. Moonies never stop smiling. One day when I was out there on my corner with my little coin box, my mom stopped by to tell me about how she’d been mugged in SF the night before on her way to catch the bus. She had a black eye and some scratches and bruises on her face. I was completely stunned, and after she left I just stood there staring for a while thinking about it, and my Moonie pals, who were close enough to have heard the conversation, came up to me and said, “Hey, cheer up, why don’t you smile!?”
Moonies. Creepy.
HOW could I post to THIS thread and not mention ex-housemate, Jaimie? I’ll just give you folks the higlights…
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There’s a difference between thrifty and cheap-beyond- reason. Jaimie was the latter. When we needed toilet paper, Kit (the other housemate) and I would do what normal people would do and go buy some. Not Jaimie. She would steal semi-used rolls from the bathrooms at work! We’re talking the nasty one-ply stuff. She’d even let herself in the building on Sunday nights (she had 24/7 access) rather than stop at a store. And bear in mind there was a store much closer to our place than her work place. AND Jaimie never bought a calendar - instead, she’d photocopy someone else’s before they wrote on that and taped that to the frige. Keep in mind, she had a full-time job, no car and she walked to work (we were only three blocks away), so this wasn’t a matter of having so little money to spare.
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Kit came home from college one day to find one of HIS Tupperware bowls he always used sitting on the bathroom floor with Jaimie’s mentral-fluid stained underware soaking in it! He let her know he was mighty pissed and she came back with, “Well, I was going to bleach it when I was done!” He threw the bowl away.
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I’m sitting in a chair in “my” section of the apartment and Jaimie comes by to chat (she’s usually a misanthrope). Picture this - I’m sitting in a chair reading while wearing shorts 'cuz its hot out. Jaimie plops herself down at my feet while she talks, which strikes me as vaugly creepy to begin with since she could’ve sat in another chair and we’re not exactly the best of buds (remember, I’m only giving you folks the highlights). At one point, Jaimie tells me how she had her chin waxed and now it was silky smooth. To prove this point, she then RUBS HER CHIN ACROSS MY BARE THIGH, giving me this shit-eatting grin as she did so. We’d been sharing space for almost a year at this point and she knew I was straight (engaged to my hubby-to-be at this point), but even if I were a lesbian I wouldn’t want someone I wasn’t hot for - least of all Jaimie - to be touching me in such an intimate way. You just don’t pull that shit on people. For the record, out exneighboor and Jaimie’s exfriend, Maria, came out and asked her one day if she was gay and Jaimie said no, so this was pobably done as some weird attention-getting trick as oppossed to a come-on.
The moral to this story? If, upon meeting a potential roommate for the first time, you get a bad feeling about them, no matter how great the apartment is or how cheap the rent will be…RUN SCREAMMING!!!
Patty
Coincidence? I think not.
This is one of those stories that you feel you have to start out by saying…This story is absolutely true… Well several years ago I had this dream where a german shepard mix type dog took my hand in his mouth and spoke to me thru mental telepathy;he told me he needed my help and that he belonged to a man whose name was kind of garbled but it sounded like Mark Wills. When I woke up I remembered the dream as being very vivid and remembered every detail. I happen to know 2 men named Mark Wills and thought maybe someone had mentioned their names the day before. I relayed this dream to my husband. When we got up there was THIS SAME DOG in my yard. He had broken his chain and part of it was caught up in my rose bushes. He had a collar on with a license attached. It was a cold rainy Sunday morning. I freed him and let him on my porch where I gave him some food and water and dried him off. I gave him an old blanket to lie on and went inside. I would have to wait until the next day to trace the tags but I felt so strongly about the dream that I called both Mark Wills and asked if they had a dog missing. They did not. The dog stayed several hours but when I looked out later that day he was gone. The next day I traced the number on the tag and found out the dog was registered to a man named Emmarco Wilson who lived in the neighborhood where I grew up Believe it or not, that is not the creepy part. I knew the address very well because because it was the address of the first boy I had ever kissed. That man had been killed in a motorcycle wreck exactly one year before to the day! I thought that maybe I was just remembering Greg’s death so I drove over to the address which was was about 2 miles from my house. There was no answer at the door so I peeked in the back yard. The dog was chained up in the yard. I spoke to him and I swear I heard his voice in my mind say “thank you” I said “you’re welcome” and left in a state of shock.
Yet another first-time poster chiming in here.
Parenthetically, I wonder if Stephen King’s lurking on this thread? Think of all the great free material he’s gotten.
The Manhattan Project detonated their test A-bomb in the desert near Los Alamos, New Mex., in July '45, a prelude to the strikes on Hiroshima and Nagasaki that led to the end of the war in the Pacific in World War II. When I think about them, two things I’ve read about that test explosion still creep me out.
One is that, in nearby Alamogordo, a young woman who had been totally blind from birth happened to be sitting on her living-room sofa facing a window that looked in the general direction of the Los Alamos site. The intensity of the explosion’s fireball was so great that this woman saw a flash of light. My spine still chills at the thought.
The other is that Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer (who, at witnessing the explosion, could think only of the Rig Veda quotation “I am become Shiva, the destroyer of worlds”), had wondered whether the energy released in the fireball would initiate a chain reaction that would combust the surrounding air’s free nitrogen and oxygen together – essentially burning up the earth’s entire atmosphere, creating a global firestorm, obliterating all the breathable air, and leaving in its place toxic oxides of nitrogen (NO2 + H20 makes H2NO3, nitric acid). Oppenheimer, Teller et al. argued about this and decided it was highly unlikely, but they weren’t positive it wouldn’t happen. Cheerful thought, huh?
I’ve always hated clowns…and then I relaized it must be because one time when I was a kid I went to the circus and a clown killed my father.
stolen more or less from Deep Thoughts…