Very vaguely creepy.

In My Humble Opinion
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I was on my way home from work one day. Took a different route than normal due to road construction. About a mile from my place of business an ugly little car pulled behind me. This guy followed me for ever. Every turn, every lane chaneg. He even cut another car off at one point to get behind me. I was just about home, and really didn’t want this psycho to know where I lived. I was planning on pulling over to ask this guy what the FUCK his problem was, when he flipped a U-turn and drove off.

In hind sight, I wish I would have turned around and followed HIS ass for a while. I’m not a small guy (6’1", 220 Lbs.), and people don’t scare me, but my wife is alone at home durring the day. I’d like to track this freak down and scare the living shit out of him, but I wasn’t worried enough to even get his licence number at the time.

I guess that would fall into the “CREEPY” catagory, not the “VAGUELY CREEPY” one, huh?

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Oh, Miss Gretchen, PLEASE share some more with us!!

I once had a roommate whose standards were just not high enough. She came from a dysfunctional family and was eager to get married and have kids (or just have kids) so she could “do it right,” … fix everything her parents had done wrong. She was dating or engaged to this guy … I don’t know his story, but she referred to him as a “hillbilly,” and he was indeed unfamiliar with some social niceties.

They broke up (I had been trying to talk her out of marrying this guy), and one day when she was gone he came by to get some stuff that belonged to him. I did not feel safe letting him in the door, so I talked to him through the door, telling him that Beth wasn’t home and that he’d have to come by later. This answer was not acceptable to him and he kept knocking at the door to be let in.

Now, he and I BOTH know that he’s there, and that I know that HE’S there, and I have explained to him why I’m not letting him in. But he kept knocking … nine or ten rapid knocks, followed by about twenty seconds of silence, then another nine or ten knocks … over and over and over.

Well, I had to get ready for work at my evening job, so I went in the bathroom for a shower (the bathroom was at the other end of the apartment from the front door, so I couldn’t hear whether he was knocking from inside the bathroom with the door shut). I come out about twenty minutes later … and he’s STILL doing his knocking, pause, knocking routine. I went to the door and looked through the peephole … and he had his arm over it so that I couldn’t see out! As if that would make someone MORE likely to open a door! As if I don’t already KNOW who it is!

Finally my roommate came home; she tried to tell him to get lost … but he just would not, could not “back down,” I guess. We ended up calling the police, and the police officer acted as an intermediary while Beth went and got the stuff the guy had come for. Thankfully, we never saw him again.

Beth apologized for his behavior, and she said she couldn’t believe she had been considering marrying this guy. She said where he came from, if you go to someone’s house and he isn’t at home, you’re supposed to let the guy in and let him wait for the person … as long as it takes for the person to show, I guess. Apparently, he wasn’t really dangerous; just someone with a different sense of appropriate behavior and very poor communication skills.

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Quadzilla, you beat me to it. I never lunge for the remote more quickly than I do when Bill Shatner appears on the tube and starts rapping. EWWWWWWWWWW . . . .

Also, does anyone ever dream a rather specific dream and then have it come true? I don’t believe in prescience, but it has happened to me a couple of times, and it gives me the creeps.

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Well, no they weren’t that tall (3’) and they seemed to be permanently placed in a field where deer are very unlikely to tread. And I don’t recall any slits at all.

Bee boxes might be a possiblity. I don’t really know what they look like. But that still doesn’t explain a lock you could only lock from the inside. Unless you were breeding some very intelligent bees and you respected their privacy. In which case we could be back to creepy.

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A friend and I got lost hiking in the red rock canyons outside of Las Vegas. We had gone too far to feasibly go back the way we came before it got dark, so we pressed on, eager to get out of the canyon before nightfall. What was supposed to have been a half hour walk had turned into a six hour ordeal with no water, no food, and no cigarettes. The only thing we did have was a glass pipe and an ounce of pot that I didn’t want to smoke anyway since I was so damn thirsty.

Anyhoo, we trudged on and made it out of the canyon just as night was falling, smack dab in the middle of nowhere, and about 10 or 15 miles away from my car. As we emerged from the canyon, we saw a sheer rock face rising up above us. I’m not a good judge of distance, but I’d say it was probably 1,000 feet high and about as close to perfectly vertical as mother nature can get. Time had worn small cubbyholes into the rock face, dotting here and there, far apart from each other. Something in one of those cubbyholes caught my eye. A flashlight! Somebody was up there!

Several hundred feet in the air, at night, in the desert, three quarters of the way up a sheer rock face and here was a guy flashing his light on and off. Coded signals perhaps? And then we saw another flashlight in another hole, a hundred feet from the first guy. I felt mega-creeped-out. Had we stumbled onto some secret government area or something? I had to say something.

"HELLO," I screamed out at the top of my lungs. Immediately, the light went out and a shadow could be seen ducking quickly back into his hole. Bizarre…

We walked a half mile or so until we found what we had been looking for - civilization! Or so we thought. A creepy little community, entirely fenced in, lay before us. When I say entirely fenced in, I mean there was a 6 foot fence stretched across the friggin’ road! We found a place where the ground was low and shimmied under the fence only to find ourselves in a neighborhood which not only was entirely fenced in, but each yard within the community was fenced in itself. Every single one, without exception. And every yard had vicious guard dogs. Twenty or thirty houses, all heavily fenced, all with snarling dogs. And not a human in sight. As if all this wasn’t creepy enough, we’d occasionally hear a rattlesnake and almost piss our our pants.

Of course we eventually made it out of the creepy neighborhood and flagged down a friendly couple in a van who drove us back to my car, but so many questions about that night still linger. Who were the guys in the rocks? What was the deal with the fenced-in community? Whatever it was, it redefined the word “goosebumps” for me. Anyone have any ideas?

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I just finished reading Thunderhead by Preston/Child, and just reading your post made me freak out momentarily. The skinwalkers! AAAA!
What a book.

Anyway, I say you should go back there and investigate. Bring a digital camera. Bring water. Bring me.

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evilbeth wrote:

> Wendell Wagner. No further explaination needed.

Thank you.

> Also, I find it more than a little creepy that either I
> know the porno/dildo/beanbag chair guy Miss Gretchen was
> referring to or there are two guys that fit that
> description!

I wonder what the probability is that you and Miss Gretchen would both know this creep. Let’s try to calculate it . . .

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There’s an oddly-shaped house on a street in Liliha numbered 666. All the plants in the front yard are dead. Next to the door is a little glass-paned display box with three or four little statues in it. Can’t tell what kind of statues they are- I don’t dare go that close.

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And I’ve never seen anyone go into that house. No cars in the garage, nuthin’. I’ve never even seen the mailman put mail in their mailbox.

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Creepy is finding out that your EX boyfriend molested his 12 year old daughter, while you were dating!

And while this may not be too creepy to some people it is really F*CKING annoying: The pea-brained right to lifers
who spend thousands of dollars on huge graphic abortion photos for their protests. If they’re so damn concerned about the “children”, why don’t they donate that money to help raise them?

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*Those oil pumps in Texas, the ones that dot the plains. The first time I saw them while driving through scared me. They remind me of big black praying mantises.

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Okay I was laying in bed at my old house (this house was totally haunted, no joke). It was a waterbed and my back was to the door. The door was just resting shut, not latched or anything. The door bumped open and the hall light was shining in. Then the bed moved like my dog had jumped up on it. I rolled over to pet her, and she was not there, no one was, very creepy!!

  • When I was younger (about 14) my friends and I were at the local mall. Some older guys/men were sort of following us. Being the young ones that we were, we paid them no mind, and eventually forgot about them. We left and got on the bus. About ten minutes in to the ride someone knocked on my window, on the outside of my wondow while we were moving. It was the guys from the mall, they had followed us and were now driving their pickup beside the bus. Eventually we ran and hid in a backlane behind some cars in the snow while they cruised around looking for us.

-Another chasing story, I was always being run down as a teenager, weird. Anyway my friend Anna and I were walking home from a school dance. It was around 10:30. We were crossing the street when two cars full of guys went around us down the street, they hooted and hollered. We ignored them. A ways down the street I had the feeling the guys were coming back and they did. They pulled right up beside us and began trying to get us to come closer " We are lost can you give me directions…" etc. We took off running in the snow beside some railroad tracks, we heard car doors open and shut, but I guess they decided two girls weren’t worth following through the thigh-high snow.

-last chasing story, I promise, for now. My ex-bf and I were walking home from the store after getting some stuff. it was summer and still pretty light out. Two cars drove beside us yelling offensive crap. We ignored them. The next thing we knew, the brakes squealed and the car doors flew open. The guys rushed out and ran at us. My god, did we run! We eventually found a hiding place in some bushes, I was trying not to wheeze as my asthma was bad then. We could hear them searching the area for us. Pretty freaking scary.

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They has a story a couple of weeks ago on NPR about these shortwave radio stations on which people just read random numbers out loud over and over again. Supposedly they are for spies to use for decrypting messages or some such. But just the though of tuning to a radio station only to have numbers monotonously read out for long periods of time gives me creeps.

Also, on my occaisional trips out to eastern Colorado at night, sometimes I would stop on a dirt road. Everything for miles around would be silent – except for this strange popping sound. It wasn’t mechanical or regular in anyway. I still don’t know what it was. Over and over again. Pop…pop.pop…pop…pop.

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I’d have to say the crow standing beside the Gargoyle by the roof of our garage is vaguely creepy.

As was when a dozen of them were sitting outside my bedroom window a year ago, completely silent, staring at me.

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Here in Rockville, MD, there’s a restaurant called The Bagel Place (or Shop – it’s in the same shopping center as TGI Friday’s and the Cosmetic Center). Anyway, it’s a great bagel shop, but there are paintings of anthromorphized bagels done up as kids, except the “kids” have bagels, complete with the hole, as their faces. This creeps me out to no end. I once had a nightmare about those poor kids who had bagels for faces. ::shudder::

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I think Neutron Star wins. That story wigs me. There are little enclaves around where I live, out in the middle of the woods, where the families there rarely if ever come into town. Makes me think about that inbred family in the all-time creepiest “X-Files” episode. You know the one, where the Ma had no legs and lived under the bed?

And you’re right about eastern Colorado, Necros. Nebraska has NOTHING on that region for desolation.

Some of you women may be over-reacting to being creeped out by being stared at. That could just be guys being guys. They’re interested, and they’re trying to initiate eye contact. Perhaps they don’t understand the part that if you don’t make eye contact back, it means you aren’t interested.

I think it’s vaguely creepy when parents do drugs with their teen-age or older children.

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the little enclaves out in the wilderness reminds me of something that happened on a trip I took recently. I was heading down to pick up my brother who’d just finished a long hike; there was a period of a day or two when he might get out, so I had to be sort of in the area beforehand. The first day I was nearby I decided to spend at a campground near the headwaters of the Owens River.
Since I hadn’t heard from my brother I had some time to hike around. I followed the river for a while, then after climbing over some rocks noticed the barbed wire fence marking off a ranch in the area. This was still in the brushy hillside (not out in the open ranch meadow), so I followed the hillside for a while until I got to the top of the hill and crossed back outside the fence.
This area has an awful lot of fire roads/jeep trails everywhere and the top of this hill was the end of one. I decided to follow the road back to the campsite. I hadn’t gone 100 yards into the woods when I saw an abandoned VW bus a little ways off the road. The road got a little closer to the vehicle and I saw that one side was open, and there was a propane tank on the ground outside (the smaller barbecue type). So someone was living there. No indication that they were home, and from what I could see maybe no one had been home in a while.
The road curved behind the car. I could see the open door now, and just as I moved past the car I looked back. What I saw was that someone was sitting in the back seat. I saw a leg, perfectly still, and a hand resting on it. As if whoever it was was staring straight ahead. I didn’t run, and I tried not to look over my shoulder too much, but it was definitely disturbing.

Maybe harmless, possibly he was deceased (I never saw him move), but I wasn’t staying around to find out.

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Necros: I have been very creeped out by popping noises in the middle of nowhere before. One possibility (which turned out to be the case where I was) is devices that some farmers use to scare off deer and other critters that like to eat their crops. I guess if it’s at a regular interval they get used to it or something…

Vaguely Creepy: These weird old (but very expensive) houses up on a hill near my former job. The lights are never one, there are never any cars there (visible at least). However, every Christmas, there are electric candles in the window…

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Ok, I have two things.
One time I think I was at Wal-Mart, and I decided to use the restroom. When I first sat down I noticed a pair of white tennis shoes in the next stall. Not really caring, I proceeded with my business. I casually looked down again, and the shoes hadn’t moved. So I thought “Maybe someone just left their shoes in there.” Which doesn’t make any sense, but I noticed black pants cuffs. So now, slightly curious, I decided to wait them out. I was in there for ten minutes, shuffling around, making noice, and the shoes never once moved. That creeped me out. So I hurried out as fast as I could.

Ok, this one is a bit weirder.
When I was in 8th grade, my best friend Steph, hung out with the “skaters”. At that point though, she wasn’t one herself. Well, they were all playing with a home made Ouija board. I decided not to take part in that. Well, weird things started happening to her. She came to school the day after she started playing with it, with this HUGE gash on her forehead. I asked her what happened, and in a very frightened voice she explained that the bed started spinning, and she banged her head against the wall. She begged me to come home with her that night because her whole family wasn’t gonna be home till much later. I agreed, and when I went into her bedroom later, I noticed that her bed had shifted out of it’s original place.
We then went out to the barn to feed her calves (She lived on a dairy farm). While we were out there, I turned my head quickly and saw an outline of a hunched over man in her truck. It scared the shit out of me! Especially because I KNEW we were the only ones in the barnyard.
But the weirdest part was the airpressure. The only way I can describe it is to compare it to the time I flew from Salt Lake City (about 6000 ft) to Oakland. When I first stepped out of the plane, the air pressure about knocked me down. It was even hard for me to move. Well that’s EXACTLY what it felt like in her room, and it was HOT in there. I mean, HOT. It was even difficult to breathe.
Well, we hung out there for a bit longer, even though both of us were creeped out, and then we went to the Church for youth activities. Oh it was such a relief to be there. The air wasn’t heavy, it wasn’t hot, and it was MUCH easier to breathe.
The whole thing was very creepy.

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Bad Andy. Good Pizza.

I don’t know why but those Domino’s commercials are both humorous and vaguely creepy.