I’ve known some Europeans who told me that it’s common practice to bury bodies in plain wooden coffins, and after two or three decades when everything’s pretty much rotted away anyway, they drop another body into the same plot.
That would explain why Yorick was in Ophelia’s grave, would it not?
One time I was walking down the path in a field by my house, and some vultures were following me. It was probably before my morning shower… they followed me the entire time, croaking in their nasty way. Ugh… shudder I hate turkey vultures!
Either that, or he was inspired by the necrophilia (get it? get it? Necr-ophilia?) thread…
:rolleyes: Sorry 'bout that…
Yeah, the Sound of Music puppet scene bugged me for years.
Clowns are creepy.
Bottlefeeding newborns makes my skin crawl. Like when people chose that path instead of breastfeeding.
OTOH, thinking too hard about having a baby growing inside my body creeps me out.
My husband is creeped out by mitochondria.
Last, but not least, women who shake hands with their fingertips. Ugh. Do men ever do that? And what are those women thinking?!
This isn’t too creepy, but it scares the hell out of me. One night, I didn’t feel much like going out, so I was just staying at home, watching TV and reading. I thought I read a knock at my door, but when I went to answer no one was there. I ignored it and went into my room. About an hour later, I hear a tapping at my window. I ignore, thinking it’s a bird. I hear it again, I look up, and my best friend (who is a damn creepy looking son of bitch) is at my window, smiling and waving. I screamed so loudly.
This is a little weirder, or maybe just lazy and irresponsible. I had just gotten over a terrible case of mono, and I was still feeling pretty sick. Three of my friends decided that I needed to get out of the house, because I’d been stuck at home for three weeks. I said okay, but only if I could go home when I felt like it, because I was still felt tired a lot. They agreed, and we went downtown. We were at this coffee bar, and I fell asleep. I don’t even know how long I was asleep for, but it must of been for awhile, because my friends left and the coffee bar closed. The people working there couldn’t wake me up, and one waiter was carrying me outside when I did wake up. Damn, that was creepy.
After Hurricane Floyd hit NC, several graveyards were flooded and caskets become unearthed by Floyd’s waters. Apparently there were several reports of coffins that “got away.” Yeech.
When I was in third grade I walked home from the bus stop every afternoon after school. To get home I had to cut across this field that was behind the row of houses on our street. The bus stop was on a pretty busy road, but the field was up a hill so you couldn’t see the road, and it was about a 15 minute walk.
One day I was carrying my books across the field and I walked past this giant holly tree. I heard a voice making a noise, not really a recognizable word, more like a growl. It startled me, because there was never anyone in this field, and no real reason for anyone to be there. I looked, and there was a man sort of sitting in the branches of the tree. He looked normal except for his face…something was wrong. I didn’t really take time to register what it was. I dropped my books and ran home. As I ran it began to sink in that the guy had a brownish plastic bag–like what whole wheat bread comes in–on his head, over his face.
I don’t know what the hell he was doing. When I got home, my mom and I went back to get my books, but the man was gone. Weird.
D Marie’s story reminded me of something that happened to me at summer camp when I was 12. I went to a church camp every summer near the town of Lockridge, Iowa, which back then was most famous for harboring sightings of something people called the “Lockridge Monster.” Some sort of Bigfoot-type thing that people saw for a while but no-one ever identified or caught.
I was walking alone towards a path to a campfire site from the main lodge, and just as I got to the edge of the clearing where the forest closed in, I heard a low growl in the undergrowth. This growl was low, distinct, and heavy; as if the lungs it came from were very large. I’ve never heard any kind of dog (even a large one like a Rottweiler) growl like this. The only thing I’ve ever heard make this kind of noise is a lion or a bear. I could see nothing in the brush, but it sounded like it was right there; as if whatever it was could see me, but was just out of sight.
My mind frantically tried to figure how some kids could make a sound like that (scaring me for a joke), but couldn’t come up with anything. I turned around and walked back to the lodge (just in case it was kids joking, I didn’t want to look scared, being a macho twelve year old, and all), but the urge to run was nearly overwhelming. Not looking over my shoulder to see if I was being followed was nearly impossible to resist, but impossible to do. Never did find out what it was, and never told anyone. Figured no-one would believe me and it would be gone if anyone went to look.
Thank you NOT AT ALL for reminding me. 
That’s sort of like in the Neverending Story, when the guy is “communicating” with the people in the book.
I was reading a book too once…and the character snuck out of her house around ten o’clock. And when I looked at my clock, it was around ten, too. It’s not quite on par with Suo Na’s story, but it was sort of weird. 
Also I don’t know who said it, but yeah…there are a lot of varying responses. But I’d be scared if the bird was just looking at me…
Urban legends are almost always creepy. Like the one about the drug dealers who take hollowed out babies corpses and smuggle drugs in them. Or…one of my faves…
The parents who are going on a 2 week vacation. Their six month old baby is going to be left w/ their aunt. It’s nearly time for them to leave for the airport, but the aunt isn’t here yet. So they call her up…and she says she nearly forgot, she’ll be right over. The parents think that since she lives in town, they might as well leave before she arrives. So they go…
Unknown to them, the aunt drove as fast as she could to their house- and got into an car accident. She died, and when the parents got back home they found a rotting baby corpse.
This one always gets to me. ::shudder::
This was awhile back: my brother, his wife, my sister and I went to see some performance at, I believe, the Music Center in LA. We were returning back to the car which was parked in the underground parking lot when my sister-in-law said, let’s walk a bit faster now… which made me, of course, look around to see this guy with a stocking mask on his face walking in the opposite direction. EEeehhhhhttchchch: creapy.
The other day I was at the mall, and I was sitting at a table in the food court, having a drink. Well, this old guy passes me, dressed in layers of old clothes and rags. He had very old boots on, and a bizarre hat, and carrying an old bag. I figured it was just some homeless person, going through the mall to escape the heat.
Well, I see him pass me, like, four more times. My BF was in another store at the time, and he’s like “Did you see that guy circling the mall?” I nodded, and were both vaguely creeped out. I couldn’t figure out why he was just aimlessly walking around and around.
I was listening to a late-night talk show, and this woman called in and asked if the following was “normal”:
Her husband asked her she would eat a sandwich made of whitebread, mayo, and his shaved-off armpit hair. He was so turned on by her doing this, he asked her to eat a “ass-grass sandwich with a side of brown sauce.”
I don’t know what is creepier; that she did it, that her husband was turned on by it, or that she had to ask if it was "normal.
:eek:
I once read a book where there was a drop of blood running down a candle. As soon as I read that part, a drop of blood fell on the page. I had a nosebleed.
BTW, I was 11, it was midnight, and it was the first scary book I had ever read. Now, I am addicted.
About the perpetual care cemetary thing… perpetual care is where the staff of the cemetary does things like mows the graves and takes away old wilted flowers and such. Non-perpetual care places don’t do that and rely on the families of the deceased to take care of it.
This is a common thing in the church graveyards around where I grew up. Of course, it was also common for the family of the deceased to actually do the digging of the grave… which in itself creeps me out a bit.
These people creep me out.
Tammy Faye Bakker. It’s so hard to take her seriously when she looks like her makeup was done by a graduate of a clown college. ew I just shudder thinking about her!
Something else weird and creepy. Munchausen by Proxy. I just learned what that is recently. When parents will intentionally induce illness in their child…it just makes me wonder why the hell anyone would do that. Making your kid sick just means more work for you,…plus if you really hate your child, why not just kill him/her off? Hmm. I’m starting to think this in itself is a creepy post…
Munchaunsen by proxy is a very sick was for mothers to get attention. Kinda like “Oh, I work so hard 'cause my baby is sick, pamper me!”
More than vagely creepy. One sick Puppy. Pun intended.
This is one of my favorite sites. You do realize it’s satire, don’t you?