This song I have to sing for my Honors Chorus audition is creepy. It’s called “Saul” and it’s about Saul from the Bible. Not to say I’m against Saul (I’m Christian) but the song’s downright scary. It’s a very slow and minor song and the only words in it are like, “Why…why…” and “why do you persecute me?” It reminds me of a mix of something you’d hear in a gothic cathedral and something you’d hear when you’re being abducted by aliens. It’s…odd.
Nothing in the world is creepier than Regis Philbin.
OK, here’s something really creepy.
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When I listen to music I often see colors (in my mind).
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My favorite composer has always been Rachmaninoff.
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I just learned that Rachmaninoff associated certain musical passages with certain colors.
Of course the big question is whether he and I would associate the same colors with the same music. Hmmmmmmm.
It’s BECAUSE he’s so anorexic and small looking that we love him. We just want to hold him in our arms and rock him…its that way with small things, you know? Works whenever I see Davy Jones…
That’s kind of freaky ass, man. How old are you? If you’re in Honors Chorus, it must mean you’re not an over the hill Straight Doper. Also your quote makes you out to be female- are you? I always thought of you as a guy. This is a vaguely creepy moment for me actually.
i think king crabs are very vaguely creepy. did anyone see the iron chef when the ingredient was king crabs, and all those huge, huge, HUGE king crabs were crawling all over themselves? when the iron chef and non-iron chef wer picking them up, they could have easily wrapped their spindly, delicious legs around the chefs and killed them. like giant, hard spiders - yick.
also, when you wake up with a spider bite - what are these spiders doing in my bed that they come and bite me? where do they live in the daytime?
also: there was a picture in time magazine (or maybe newsweek) after all those chinese people suffocated to death in a truck when they were trying to get into england (or some such country), and the picture was an xray of a truck with all these people crouched inside - also very creepy.
horses can be creepy - one bit off the nose of my friend’s friend. noseless people are creepy too - no offense if anyone out there is noseless…
Welfy’s female and 17-ish. You really didn’t know that?
I used to work through a drive-through gas station, and once in a while we would get someone who had forgotten to bring money after they’d gotten gas. We would try to get something from them to hold as collateral until they returned with the money. Sometimes, they would never come back, and after 30 days we could pay for their gas and keep the item. I got a watch this way once; nothing fancy, and I paid about $5.00 for it. I wore it for about a year, and was telling this scary coworker how I got it. She asked to look at it, so I handed it to her.
She asked why it wasn’t running. I looked, and the time was right, but the second hand had stopped. The watch had stopped right when I handed it to her, and has never worked since. No-one can repair it; it will run for a minute or so and stop. Talk about a face that can stop a clock. I’ve still got it somewhere to immortalise the event. Yeesh.
No, how could I have? I am relatively new to the straight dope. Now i’m feeling creepy. Sorry Welfy I always thought of you as male and younger than me! It’s b/c of another post I read, I don’t know. I’m a moron today. :wally
See, I got Speaker for the Dead confused with Welfy!! Is that funny or is that funny? So all this time I thought Speaker for the Dead was Welfy and that Welfy was a thirteen year old boy. (er, is Speaker male or female, anyone know?) Okay that’s the misunderstanding. Hehe.
Speaker, judging from the content, is female.
I live in the finished attic in a hundred year old house.
Last night, around 2 am, as I lay in bed trying to sleep, the attic storage door across the room kept creaking open slightly, and slamming shut. The air in the room was still, with no perceptible wind. Slowly creak open, and wham bang shut. I tried to ignore it for a while, but it kept getting louder and quicker. I opened my eyes to watch it to see why it was doing it. I lay there, watching the door. Creak… bam. Creak… bam. But the door never moved. It never once moved in the slightest. There is a streetlight about 15 feet from the far window, so I could see the door clearly. And it never moved.
Yet, somehow, it continued to make this sound. Irritated, I started to get up to block it shut, when two white ovoid shapes zipped across the wall, stopping right on the door. They slowly moved from ovoid to a narrow slit, like angry eyes. These slants of white light stay frozen on the door for a few minutes, as it continued to creak and bang, without ever moving. Finally, they faded and disappeared.
I lay in bed a few more minutes before I got up, turned on the light, and put a half-full clothes basket in front of the door, wedging it shut. I turned off the light, laid down again, and rolled over to try to sleep.
The entire night after this, as I tried to sleep, I had the faint impression of a light weight, like a small hand, on my left shoulder, right in the middle of the blade.
You don’t want to live in my house. One day, I’ll tell the story of the basement.
–Tim
Here’s something I’ve experienced several times, and it’s very creepy:
I hear on the news, or read in the paper, that someone famous has just died. But I distinctly remember having already heard of that person’s death several years ago.
No, they only recently died. Your memories are faulty. Slavery is freedom. War is peace. You don’t want to have to go back to room 101 do you? 
(Which brings me to my point: “1984” is very vaguely creepy. Especially the ending. I mean, I wasn’t shaking or totally creeped out after I finished reading it, but it left an eerieness that just won’t go away. It’s a very disturbing book.)
I’m on stage crew at school, and yesterday we went up in the catwalk to fix some of the house lights. In case you’ve never been priveleged to go in the catwalk, it’s about four feet high – five in places – full of scaffolding, and you have to walk on the wooden beams because if you step on the plaster you’ll fall through the ceiling into the room below, which is quite a long drop. As I was crawling through the back end of the catwalk I happened to glance to my left and see something that disturbed me quite a bit.
Along the sides of the ceiling there are areas with no wooden catwalk, just a huge square of plaster and scaffolding about the size of a classroom. We never clean up there, so there’s about an inch thick dust over everything, especially the places where stage crew members don’t habitually climb. In the middle of this plaster square, in a pile of undisturbed dust (but not dusty itself), lay a single glove.
THE POST HAS NOW COME FULL CIRCLE! We’re back to very vaguely creepy lone gloves…
Did the Noid ultimately meet his end by getting cooked alive in the oven, on-air? Or am I confusing Mad Magazine with reality?
VVC:
Last spring I was pulling an all-nighter. Was doing math and such for hours on end in silence, totally self-absorbed. At about 5:15 am, I was jerked to attention by this loud bang on our apartment patio door. Well, we had a third floor apartment, so needless to say I was a bit disturbed. I went outside to look, and there was nothing there . . .
except the morning paper :rolleyes:
Speaker for the Dead is 13. He is also a guy. I had some email converstions with him a while ago.
Okay. Quite a lot of things to respond to here.
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I am SO glad that Speaker is a guy. I don’t know why. I just sensed he was a guy. (Is this female intuition finally raising its ugly head or what?)
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The glove thing is bizarre. Homer, were you hanging out on someone’s catwalk this weekend?
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Um…I forget.
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Oh yeah. I want to hear your story of the basement, Homer.
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Panache: who do you mean, of the people you’ve heard who have died? Do you have any examples?
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I forgot again.
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The disturbing book thing…I know how you feel. I’ve read a lot of books where I just feel creepy after I read it. Like the Stepford Wives.
And Huit. Did the Noid meet his end in the oven? Being a fairly big fan of Noid, I’ll answer this question with yet another question. Did Life Cereal’s Mikey really die eating Pop Rocks with Soda?
Last week, Kyle quit the band. But now we’re back together, yeah. Misunderstanding, didn’t understand. Doesn’t matter, now we’re back together, la-la-lala-la.
Sorry.
Last week, we were doing a scavenger hunt type thing for the sororities. Two friends and I were standing in the parking lot of a restaraunt/strip mall right off of Westport. It was about 2 am.
We see, distantly across the parking lot, this man walking towards us. He stops about halfway here, reaches behind his back, and begins again walking toward us. We’re worrying now, because it’s 2 something, dark, silent, and deserted, and there’s a man walking towards us who’s just pulled something from behind his back.
He slowly continues walking toward us, stopping beside my friend’s car, about 40 feet away. He looks at and in the car for a second, then continues his advance. We’re getting kinda antsy now, not knowing what to expect.
He continues his approach, walking right up to us, and right past us, to urinate on the wall. When he finishes, he turns and walks back from whence he came.
About an hour and a half later, a white van pulls into the far end of the parking lot. It slowly idles around the curb in front of all the stores, without stopping. Finally, it reaches us, and comes to a halt right beside us. Two men jump out and fill the newspaper machines and drive away, never even acknowledging our presence.
I know what we thought about them. I wonder what they thought about us.
–Tim
Could’ve been a bird. You know, one of those stupid ones.
In my home town there is a theatre downtown that is attached to an old apartment building. There is a door that says “Emergency Exit” that leads into it. One day, after watching a movie, we decided to go in and explore. Now, this theatre has been abandoned for quite some time, and the inside of the thing was like a scene from Candyman. There were no lights, everything was run down and dirty. It even had one of those flumes down the middle, no entrance or exit, just windows looking in on it.
Well, maybe it’s not that creepy, but I’d say old, abandoned buildings are very, vaguely creepy.
“Could’ve been a bird. You know, one of those stupid ones.”
Oh, birds are stupid! They have all the sky to fly in, and 99 times out of 100, you see them flying across busy streets and highways at head height or lower.
Vaguely creepy bird-strike story. I ride Metra (Chicago suburban trains, for non-Chicago Dopers) to work in the morning, and the first car of the train has no window for the passengers except for a small window in the door between cars. We’re clipping along at 50mph or more, I’m looking out the window from my seat, and THUMP! the train hits a bird. Right in the middle of the tiny window. The bird fell off, but there was a small (quarter-sized) spot of blood on the window. Ewwwww.
Vaguely creepy that the bird would hit squarely the small window that is such a small portion of the front of the train and that it would happen right when I was looking out the window instead of at my newspaper. In fact, I think I was the only person in the (every seat occupied) compartment who saw it happen.