Very vaguely creepy.

In My Humble Opinion
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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.

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Ya want creepy?

I was reading this last night, 2 am. All alone. In the basement. After watching “Stigmata” at a friend’s house. The show I was not really watching ended so I started flipping the channels as I was reading about deserted fenced-in enclaves in Neveda. So I flip through and come to the image of a yellowed screen, with an old man in pajamas with dead eyes moving closwer and closer to the camera…everything was yellow and there was some freaky voice in the background. I looked at the computer screen, looked back at the tv, turned it off and ran upstairs. Good night!

Ok, on a different note…When we first moved into the house I have now, I noticed a doorway under the steps leading to the basement. The door had a lock from the outside that’s not engaged. Curious, I opened it and found a crawlspace. And then I noticed a child’s handprints on the inside of the door. I mean, how did that happen? Who looked a small child in there? Eerie…especially since the door is like ten feet away from me right now.

Also creepy…have you ever just completely lost something? Like it was swallowed by a black hole? This has happened to me twice…When I was 8, I had this red keychain shaped like a backpack that I kept change in. Well, I tripped down the steps heading to the kitchen with that keychain, and dropped it. I searched for hours, with my brother and grandmother, and never found it. It just disappeared. Another time, when I was 12, I was very sick with food poisening for a week. I took off my Shark watch, placed it on the bedstand, and never saw it again. I mean, where can this stuff go?

Just wondering.

One more thing…Neutron Star, you astound me. If that happened to me, 1. I would not have yelled hello, I would have run away, and 2. I would not have crawled under the fence. Just keep running.

I think the story about the leg in the VW van take the cake for creepiest. That and the forehead print on the window. Eeesh.

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Damn double posts. Could somebody please delete the one at the bottom of page 2?

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Someone mentioned something about a cabdriver and it brought back one of the creepiest experiences I’ve ever had:

I’m in fairly big metropolitan city. It was a weekend night at around 11 or so and I’m heading to a bar far uptown. I hail a cab, jump in and like any jaded citygirl just say where I’m going. The cabdriver starts to drive and…

The first thing I notice is that there is something in his front seat, not sure if it was a small TV or a small boombox but I hear, quite loudly and distinctly:
*Young Male voice: I’ve never done this before.
Young Woman’s voice: (Naughty giggle) Well, everyone has to try it at least once. (Or words to that effect, y’all know the scenario, or at least the dialogue).
Smack! Smack! (A whip? Her hands? I don’t know nor want to.) *

At this point (it was only 15 seconds or so), I have that sinking feeling in my stomach and I flip. And I realize that not only is he playing some wierd porn while I’m in the back but that he’s missed 5th Street where he was supposed to turn and is now racing in the opposite direction that I want to go! “Excuse me!” I yell and he turns the thing down or stops it (maybe he forgot it was on that loud, who knows?). I make him pull over right away, I throw a $5 at him and I get out, shaking quite a bit, mostly from shock, a little bit from fear.

When you live in big city, you never think twice about being a single female jumping into cabs at random hours, but that one time sure was a reality check.

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Couple of creepy stories for you.

One time, when I was 12, I came home from school and found a note from my mom. She’d gone to the grocery store and would be back shortly. No problem there since she did that pretty ofter. What was creepy was a few minutes later. I’m in the bathroom, fussing with my hair, when I hear keys in the front door, the door opening, closing, and paper bags being set down on the table. Figuring my mom was home I yelled “Hi Mom” so she would know I has there and went back to messing with my hair. I came out of the bathroom two minutes later and no one was there! No mom, no paper bags, no nothing. Mom came home an hour later. Creepy. She didn’t believe me either.

More recently, the guest bathroom in my father-in-law’s house creeps me out. He bought the place a few years ago and considering that he is a confirmed bachelor type, has probably never cleaned that bathroom the entire time he’s lived there. As if that weren’t creepy enough, there are these small red-brown blotches and stains on the wall near the toilet. Every time I go in there my overactive imagination is positive the stains are dried blood and I can’t help wondering what went on in there before he bought the place.

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Just a couple weeks ago I walked upstairs to take something to my room and heard my mom say hi, so I said hi back and so on, we had a normal get home from work 45 second conversation while I was putting my stuff away.

Then I walk downstairs and my sister and mom ask me who I was talking to. There was nobody upstairs.

It kinda creeped me out.

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Is it odd that bearded men freak me out??? It just can’t help wondering what they’re hiding in there.

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According to the front page of the Chicago Sun-Times a couple of days ago, a company is selling limited-edition pens for over $1000 containing the DNA of Abraham Lincoln. Mind you, not an actual piece of Honest Abe, like a hair or a fingernail clipping, but DNA replicated from DNA extracted from an Old Abe hair.

Without ever seeing this website, a friend of mine upon reading that story called the whole thing “vaguely creepy.” (BTW, isn’t THAT itself vaguely creepy? Or at least a funny coincidence.)

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Man, I love this creepy thread.

Once when I was about ten or twelve I was at my aunt & uncle’s place in Prince Edward Island. They lived by a potato field which was bordered on one side by a forest. One evening, I was walking along the border between the field and the forest. The sun was fairly low in the sky, but still quite bright. The sun was pretty much shining directly into the forest, but it was completely dark in there. The first row or two of trees were bright in the sunlight, but it was almost pitch black just a few feet into the forest. It was almost like a black curtain had been pulled across just behind the first few trees. Suddenly, I got this incredibly intense feeling that someone (something?) that I couldn’t see was watching me. I just went completely cold and was filled with pure terror for no apparent reason. I turned around and sprinted back to my aunt’s backyard. I’m going back to PEI next week, maybe I should take a walk in the woods and see if it’ll still creep me out?

In south Calgary, there is an old tower-type thing that’s about 6 or 7 stories high that was part of a convent or something. For some reason, just looking at it creeps me out. It is a fairly harmless looking building, but something about it gives me a weird vibe.

Maybe I’m just crazy.

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That doesn’t sound very creepy. Or is this a euphanism that I’m not familiar with?

You know what I find vaguely creepy? On bottles of Clearasil is the claim that there are “over 101 uses” for it.

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I’m pretty sure it means there’s 101 applications’ worth in the bottle, but it is preety vague wording…

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OK. So, I’ve got WinAmp up and I’ve loaded a playlist of about 60 songs. I’ve set it on shuffle play and I’ve been listening for about an hour. I’m getting ready to shut WinAmp down and call it a night. Sheryl Crow’s Everyday Is A Winding Road is playing and I say to myself, “I’ll see what WinAmp picks to play after this song and if it isn’t something I want to hear right now, I’m going to select Radiohead’s Creep.” So the Sheryl Crow song ends, and what do you think WinAmp chooses to play next?

You guessed it. Creep. So I say to myself, “Just a coincidence. I’ll see what it picks after Creep. If I don’t like it, I’m selecting Madonna’s Beautiful Stranger.” The next randomly selected song to play?

Uh-huh. Beautiful Stranger. OK. Once is a coincidence. Twice is just creepy.

So I say to myself, “If Tonic’s If You Could Only See plays next, I’m turning on all the lights and I’m staying up all night.”

Thankfully, the next random selection was Matchbox Twenty.

I’m going to bed now.

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I know another thing that’s vaguely creepy: my cats seem to have an infinite amount of fur. You can literally brush them for an hour and when you’re done you’ll still be getting brushfulls of hair each swipe. This is only on their backs, tho…

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When I was in junior high, I used to sleep with the radio going. So, I’m lying in bed reading prior to shutting off the lights and going to bed, and this Boyz II Men (did I spell that right?) song is playing. All of a sudden, the song cuts out and is replaced by this odd, spooky chanting. Then, after a few seconds, the song came back. It still freaks me out when I think about it…

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Man…mine only says “65+ uses” on it. I must have gotten the generic kind.

It made the salad so greasy!

wanders off to put Clearasil on her squeaky bicycle brakes

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Okay, I’m starting to think that I’m vaguely creepy because I probably have the most posts in this thread. Life just keeps on getting creepier and creepier!

I just witnessed on tv an elephant being killed by electrocution. I guess it was an elephant at Coney Island that killed three people. They tied these electrodes to its feet, then it just stood there really calmly until all this smoke appeared by its feet. Then BAM, it just slumps over like that.

Reminds me of the dream I had where I saw some torture device that resembled an astronaut’s helmet being used on some person and their head exploded…ughughugh.

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Actually this is wayyyy creepy.
Before I went back to college I worked on an ambulance for three years. Over the years, I guess I stored up a lot of trauma in my brain and I would sometimes have nightmares.

The worst was this re-occurring nightmare in which I was lying in bed. In the dream I was awoken by someone tapping on my bedroom window. When I asked who was there a voice always said, “you know who it is, open the window.” When I opened the window it was always someone who had either died on my ambulance, or was dead when I got there. Sometimes it was a whole crowd of them outside the window. This always scared the shit out of me so much that I would wake up and here is the waaaay creepy part. While I was having this dream, I would sleep walk over to the window, so that when I woke up, I wouldn’t know if there were really dead people outside the window or not and I’d have to look.

One time my exgirlfriend saw this dream and said I said my lines out loud. Creeped her out big time.

I just re-read this and realized I sound psycho, but a lot of my friends from those days have similar kind of dreams, it was a hard job and it’s why I don’t do it any more.

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A couple years ago when I was just friends with my BF, I realized I was falling in love with him. I was at work, and a country station was playing a Garth Brooks song, and my friend said “You have to tell him how you feel tonight.”
Me:“Uh, are you crazy? NO!”
Her: “Yes, he might feel the same about you.”
Me: “Ok, if “If Tomorrow Never Comes” plays on the radio before we leave for tonight,I’ll tell him.” Now, I said that for two reasons. 1) We were closing in less than an hour, and a Garth Brooks song was already playing and 2) IF they decide to play another Garth Brooks song, the chances were like 1 in 200 that it would be “If Tomorrow Never Comes”
So, we closed up the restaurant, and I was finishing up just as she walked out the door. I said “Guess I…” and before I could say anything else, guess what song came on the radio.
That’s right, “If Tomorrow Never Comes.”
I told him that night, and I’m sure glad I did. =)

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betenoir-just a quick question-did you ever visit the Smile and Act Nice board?

Anyhoo, here are a few of mine…

When you’re half asleep and then all of a sudden you jerk awake, very quickly-always scares the living shit out of me.

Or when you’re turning over in bed, and you’re half asleep, and you feel like you’re falling.

After spending an entire day at an amusement park, when you go to bed, does anyone else feel as if you’re still on the ride?
One friday, I walked home with my friend to her place, like we did every friday when there was a home game. Well, her mother had rented Fire in the Sky. We watched it, and then later on we walked back to the game. Walking home, we would always cut through this driveway right near the school. AT night, it’s pitch black until you reach the road and the street lamps. Well, we were walking, holding hands, because we couldn’t see, and we were still creeped out from the movie. Then, all of a sudden, my friend screams! I screamed, and then I pulled away, tripping her. We ran back to the school and called her dad to come pick us up!
There was this guy I became friends with at work, thinking he seemed okay, other than the fact he seemed to like me as more than a friend. Okay, fine. Well, he was very insecure, and had a LOT of mental problems. Which should’ve tipped me off, but hey, I don’t like to dump people as friends. Well, little by little, I got the feeling this guy isn’t all there, as he gets soooo moody and possessive, I mean, he’d get pissed if I did something without him, or didn’t feel like talking, or whatever. Plus, he was all touchy feely-which I am NOT-and he’s always like, oh, you’re such a great person, you’re so nice, you’re so wonderfu. Which started to get on my nerves, because when he said it, it was like, “and I’m a nobody…why are you even hanging around me…you’re my only reason to live…” um…okay.
THEN, I find out he wrote a letter to his Ex, whom he hated with a passion since she dumped him. A really nasty letter about her burning in hell and her family called the police. Okay, fine.
THEN, I found out he’d been taken to the hospital in the middle of the night after pulling a knife on his dad…oookkaaay…
WEll, one time, I had to study for a test, and he insisted on calling, and when I said I couldn’t talk, he became EXTREMELY pissed and raging, so I hung up on him. And he kept calling. And calling, and I’d just pick up the phone and hang it up.
So it stopped and we relaxed. THEN, my mom heard a car pull up out front. Shit, it’s him!
So I went upstairs, sobbing, while my sister is hugging me, and my mom and dad stayed downstairs. My mom talked to him through the door, telling him to leave, she refused to let him in, and he would NOT go away. My dad was like, call the cops, call the cops, call the cops!
Finally, he agreed to leave, and we called and left a message on his machine for his parents.
And as he’s leaving he’s moaning and screaming like, aaaghhhhh.,…agghhhh…it was sooo creepy!
I was terrified at work until he moved away!
(If he hadn’t been moving, I probably would’ve gotten a restraining order against the bastard!)

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When I lived in Chicago, I went to the Marshall Field’s downtown. While shopping, I had to go to the bathroom. There was a guy in the men’s room who was just standing there, watching guys use the urinals. He was STARING. I’m still freaked out by it.

Annie–maybe your co-worker is obsessive-compulsive, or has a really minor touch of Tourette’s (sp?) syndrome.