I didn’t see this happen, but I once saw a Real Player clip of it: Some video pirate in Chicago once cut into a broadcast of Dr. Who and just sat there babbling incoherantly for about a minute, and then he dropped his pants and a woman came over and started spanking him with a fly swatter. I can’t imagine how freaked out I’d be if I saw that live.
I’m right behind you Tretiak (so to speak) on the Bad Andy Good Pizza issue. At least the Little Caesar commercials (do they spell it differently?) made SOME sort of sense. What does bad puppetry have to do with pizza?
I spent three weeks in June of 1980 selling Bibles door-to-door in Sylacauga, AL. After I had made my slaes spiel in one old man’s rundown house, I asked to use the toilet. In the bathroom, next to the bowl was a brown paper grocery bag half full of used toilet paper! Ewwww.
Myrr21, I’ve never heard of those. Wow. You may have solved a vaguely creepy mystery that’s bothered me for years. Now, how many people can you say you’ve done that for today, eh? 
Wendell Wagner:
Fine, fine,my math may not be up to snuff here, but hey, getting an accurate count was not at the top of my list of priorities, OK?
Welfy:
Oh my god! NOBODY else finds those creepy (the"rocking horse" oil pumps) People think I’m completely insane when I mention this fear! What gets me is how surprisingly, eerily quiet they are. Get right up close to one (I know, its asking a lot to approach these creepy things)They just make a little “whhhhrrrr-sssshhhhh-whhhhrrrr-sssshhh”. How can a huge metal thing that moves constantly make so little noise?
Creepy story #3 (continuing from previous post)
At my mom’s house one time I noticed a greasy “forehead-nose” mark on the window, as if someone had been looking in. Creepy enough, no? But this window was a good 12 - 14 feet off the ground (the lot is very slope-y). There was no marks in the squishy ground right below it, so there was no evidence of anyone using a ladder. I had walked by it a few hours before, and I don’t remember the mark being there. (now my back-of-neck hairs are getting all tingly) Somehow, the thought that someone “slipped under the radar” and was looking in your house while you were there without you knowing about it is about a thousand times creepier than looking up to see someone watching you.
Are you sure it was on the outside of the window?
I’m sure it was the outside. My face is not that greasy.
But then again, sinceI was the only person home, an inside grease mark would be just as creepy. No, actually I think that it would be more creepy.
I think those commercials with talking and dancing babies are creepy. it’s just not right.
jmelee
People who have one or two of their front teeth lined with gold. I can’t imagine what dental misfortune has befallen these people that they needed to have the perimeter of their tooth lined with metal, like a brass frame around a picture of a tooth. Makes me think of Jaws in Moonraker.
Taking that a step further, I’ve seen one person who had his tooth face hollowed-out and filled with gold (I assume it was gold). That’s even more creepy. Every time I tried to have a normal conversation with this person, he opened his mouth to speak and suddenly there was a flash of metal winking at me, as if to say “hi there! I’m a little piece of metal stuck to the front of this guy’s tooth. Look at me! Stare at me! You can’t take your eyes off me!”
And it was right; I found it very hard not to become hypnotized by this tooth in the middle of a conversation.
Rocking horse! That’s the perfect description. I’m so glad I don’t live anywhere near Texas, but we’d drive by, sometimes stop at rest stops, and I’d see those stupid things just swishing away. Freaky!!!
I had enough creepy moments last night to last for ages.
Me and some friends went exploring in this old falling down school. Just as we got inside the school (3 out of 5 of us) we heard this soft persistant hissing sound. Everyone flipped out. I was a little creeped out because none of us knew what it was. It didn’t sound like an animal or a machine. It went on for a few minutes. I just held up my hands and started praying for the “evil noise” to go away, and right when I said that, it did. It frightened me. Actually, the whole school frightened me. Auras do that to a person.
Oh yeah, when we were walking down the street, this car kept passing us. It would pass us, turn around, and then pass again. I mean, 4 girls, one guy, come on, as if Matt could have defended us. Finally, we sprinted to a Tic-Toc/7-11 and we jumped inside the door. The car pulled right up to us. This creepy dude asked us where Bessemer was. So we told him. Then he’s like, “What are you kids doing out? It’s 1 in the morning!” I felt like saying, “Well, why are you following some teenagers in your frickin CAR at 1 in the morning?!” but luckily he drove away before I could say that.
I’ll name some more creepy stories later.
by the term “very vaguely”, which strikes me as completely meaningless in this context.
About six years ago I was walking with my sister on our old farm where one of the pastures is bordered by fairly thick and hard to negotiate woods. The ground was kind of soft from recent rains. Suddenly, my sister grabbed my arm and pointed to something on the ground right by the trees. It was a single bare footprint, just a little smaller than ours (women’s 8). There were no other footprints in the wet ground and this was nowhere near any houses or a road. Way creepy!
If you think that’s creepy, you should look up Public Enemy rapper Flava Flav sometime. All of his front teeth, top and bottom, are gold-capped. And not only that, but the top teeth say “Flava,” and the bottom say “Flav.”
Very, very weird.
Vaguely creepy: I can’t describe this in detail, lest any of my family members or acquaintainces happen across this and identify themselves. But I accidentally discovered that one of my close relatives is an active member of a very, very strange fetish group. Not something normal, like bondage, or even uncommon/icky, like watersports. No, this stuff is way out there. How out there? You’d have to work hard to find a porn merchant who actually sells the stuff, that’s how weird it is. …Now, I’m all in favor of consenting adults getting themselves off however they want, in their own private domain. I just don’t want to know that about any specific individual person, particularly not a relative.
A different kind of creepy:
Several years ago, I visited a friend at the theatre where he was doing a play. They were doing their dress rehearsal; I was just saying howdy. Turns out their assistant house manager person wasn’t around, so they needed someone to pull the house lights. This is a really old theatre; the control booth, up at the far back of the balcony, is dusty and cobwebbed, and the light control levers are huge and creaky.
Anyway, they asked me if I’d hang around to pull the lights, and I said sure, I’d get to see the show for free. I’d done shows in this theatre, but I’d never been in the tech booth, so that was another bonus. So I trucked on up to the balcony, checked things out, and waited around for my cue. They flagged me, I dimmed the lights, and then I stepped outside the booth and sat down to watch the show.
Wasn’t ten minutes before I started feeling ill. Kind of hard to describe the sensation: Sort of nausea, plus a bit of dizziness or weakness. It came on slowly, but by the twenty-minute mark I had to get up, go down into the mezzanine lobby, and get some water. I felt better almost immediately, so I went back up. I sat where I had been sitting, the inside corner seat right next to the door to the booth.
And again, after a while, I wasn’t feeling so hot. I walked around a bit more, felt better, and then it was the end of the first act. I brought up the house lights on cue, and went outside for some fresh air.
Coming back in, I ran into the stage manager. I told him I wasn’t sure I’d be sticking around; I was fine an hour ago, but my stomach’s bothering me, not sure what’s going on, I might have to leave.
He glanced up into the balcony, and said, “You weren’t sitting in the director’s chair, were you?”
I didn’t know what he meant. “What?”
“Where were you sitting?”
I pointed up into the balcony and indicated my seat.
“Oh, no wonder,” said the stage manager. “That’s the director’s chair. We usually block it off for performances, because the director doesn’t let people sit there.”
“I don’t get it,” I said, looking for the director.
“Oh, not the director of the show,” said the stage manager. “We just call him that. He’s a ghost. Anybody who sits in that seat gets ill if they stay there fifteen minutes or so.”
“Ah.”
“Just move to a different seat. You’ll be fine.”
I did, and I was.
Spooky…
“The guy who sat down across from me on the Paris Métro and began to draw me.”
I like to draw people. Usually they don’t notice. But if they only knew I was staring at them, not realizing that I was drawing them…
Is it really that creepy?!
Dang.
I’d better say something I find creepy as well.
Oh - my friends and I talk about the oddest, most random things, down to tiny little insignificant nothings that bother or please us. But one thing that I’ve never heard anyone talk about is the noise of the AC/heating. It’s such an obvious noise, especially during great spans of silence, but no one even mentions it.
But that’s probably just me.
I hate that all the window in the drawing room have no curtains (this is where the computer is that I’m always at). It’s hard because I’m such a night owl, so I’m always out here late at night. It’s so dark. I think ever since my brother scratched that stupid stick across the window I’ve been too scared to be in here so late.
The deer head in our barn creeps me out, too. It’s HUGE. I keep thinking that it’s going to turn its head and try to bite me. When I’m alone with it sometimes I scream at it.
Umm…
Welfy, ever seen Evil Dead 2? It’s got a laughing moose head in it…
That is very creepy. It happened to me once too. I was going to call one of my friends to see if she could go out, and I picked up the phone to dial, and I heard her mom say hello…now that is freaky.
Awww, come on! You can’t say something like that and not provide details. That’s cruel
Another thing I find creepy : those minivan commercials with the family of people who all have dog’s heads. I find it very disturbing. Most people I’ve talked to agree.
My coworkers listen to commercial radio. The average playlist at local radio stations is 1.8 songs. After I’ve heard a song for the hundredth time in a day, I am very often overcome by fear and loathing and shout out some kind of cosmic protest.
The really creepy thing is that my coworkers always have a good enough memory of what the radio has played, that they can always correct me if we haven’t already heard that song that day. I mean, I though these radio stations were designed for the deaf or something, or people whose memories were short enough to not notice that the playlist had recently been reduced from 1.8 to 1.3 songs. But these people actually listen, and remember!
Creepy.
Strange how the documentary-type TV shows (like In Search Of) about sasquatch, aliens, Jersey devil, etc. always come on right after dark…
Notice that you only see the really weird sh!t when you don’t have a camera with you?
Creepy stuff:
Ocasionally at night (while we’re still up, 11:00 or so) my dog (Dachshund) will suddenly stare at the front door. That’s all, just sit there 3 feet from the door and stare at it. And growl. Not a “mean” growl, but a low, menacing, *evil[/]-sounding growl. When I open the door, the dog runs and hides in the kitchen. I look out, and there’s nothing there.
When we were little, sometimes I’d spend the night at my cousin’s house, kind of out in the woods. There’s nothing creepier than hearing a cougar scream in the middle of the night.
Not really creepy, but interesting:
Before I was born, when this area was more woods than houses, something flew over my parents’ house. It was late at night, and the something was as wide as the yard (200 feet) and so low that the tops of the pine trees were whipping back and forth. It was all black, and triangular in shape. The engines were so loud that the windows were rattling, dust fallig from the ceilings, etc. Everybody called the local airport, who said they didn’t see anything on radar. My parents’ house is pretty much directly in line with the 10,000-foot main runway af Gregg County airport, where a lot of military planes do practice landings.
5 years later, when the US Government admitted the existance of the B-2 stealth bomber, my dad said that’s exactly what the thing looked like.