Very vaguely creepy.

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Not too creepy, but vaguely creepy.

The picture outside of my room of a owl, nice picture, frame, etc, it always leans off to the right after a day. It is perfectly balanced, i’ve put a balancer on it, i’ve put it far left, and it still leans right after a day or so.

The sounds I hear at night. Every night at 3:30AM, if I am awake, I hear a watch. It seems to sound very close to me nomatter which room I sleep in, living room, family room, guest room, master, etc. The only watch I have is broken, and accounted for.

The other sounds at night, which can be described as those “crackling” and crunching sounds from the computer, desk, walls, floors, tv, etc.

About a week ago, nice day outside, am just reading my e-mail, and all of a sudden my computer and cable modem just restart. The monitor, tv, my clock, and (caller ID) phone that were all attached to the same powerbar/outlet didnt restart/reset. The computer downstairs also turned off, but the monitor was still on (green light - not amber); but earlier I had only turned the monitor off, and left the computer on. That was vaguely creepy.

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Oh yes, i’ve always wondered about this, this to me is very vaguely creepy.

When sitting in bed sometimes, just after a hard day and the sun is still out, I lay on my stomach, I close my eyes. For some reason I just think about “slipping” on mud, and my feet suddenly react if I was slipping on mud (the back and forth jerky reaction). Some other times, while just laying down, i’ll think about being hit on the knee (sometimes not), I feel my knee jerk, I open my eyes, and i’m not sure if it actually happened. Physically and mentally i’m pretty sure it happened, but my cat usually sleeps right on my legs (when this happens), and if this happened it would surely knock the cat to the floor or at the very least wake it - but when I open my eyes its in deep sleep.

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I have this problem when I fly on planes. If I close my eyes, I can feel myself taking off, like my body is being gently moved. Very weird.

If I fall asleep into the weird dream phase while in cars, I sometimes realize it’s a dream in the dream and want to wake up. I think that I want to get a drink, use the restroom, or watch TV. Then I open my eyes and I am always astounded that I am in a car.

If I stay asleep in the car, I always wake up 2 minutes before we arrive where we were going. I never figured that out.

Also, I just found a document on the computer that had this passage from the Necronomicon that I don’t remember writing down:

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We have a tree right outside my window…and before my neighbor trimmed the branches, it used to scrape against the roof at night and it SOUNDED like someone was walking in our attic. I slept with the radio on for two years just to block it out. Even when I KNEW what it was it was freaky.

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I went to my friend Ray’s house last night. He’s one of those guys that has his room in the basement. It was my first time in there, and his whole room to me was creepy. Dragon and vampires and skull things everywhere. And in the corner was this HUGE BLACK COFFIN. It wasn’t a real one, it looked like it was made of cardboard or something, but it freaked me out. I was tempted to open it and see what was inside but I didn’t venture near it.

When we went to Kings, we realized that we were the only ones there besides the people working (well, who else would be strange enough to be at Kings at 3:30am?). Then we looked back into the back room and saw this strange-looking guy sitting in the corner by himself. He had his eyes on us. I’m glad that we left soon after that.

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Same thing happens with my cats, asked in the GQ but no one seems to know what the problem is… creepy… :smiley:

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Creepy things always happen to me, if you met my husband you would understand why (insert canned laughter here) But seriously, when I was in the 8th grade a boy moved into our area and for some reason he really freaked me out. He for some reason reminded me of the man who had molested me and my sister when I was 6. The boy though looked nothing like the molester, he just freaked me out. I refused to be alone with him and if he touched me I felt like I should go take a shower. The boy, his name was Lee, was real nice and of course took up with my crowd and there seemed to be nothing odd about him but honestly I couldn’t stand him. Well, sure enough I was reading in the paper about 4 years ago and he had been arrested for molesting young girls. It’s like I knew he had it in him even way back then.
When I was 20 and married to my first husband, we came into some money and decided to go out and eat at a nice restaurant. Our favorite expensive place to eat was Luigi’s which had the world’s best Italian food. We got there and for some reason I just got goosebumps and chills up my spine. I told my then husband that I changed my mind and would rather not go in. We argued and at last we left. I was crying by that time because I had such a weird feeling. About an hour later a friend called asking for a ride from a place just up the street from Luigi’s. When I got there I saw cop cars, tv reporters and ambulances in front of Luigi’s. Turns out some guy went nuts, went into the restaurant and killed the owner and several members of the family who worked there.
I’ve since figured out to trust my gut instinct. Too many times I get those creepy feelings and sure enough, something weird happens.

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Reading about these weird night things just made me remember what happened to me last night. I was sound asleep, on my side with one arm under my head, the other hanging over my side, with both palms flat on the bed fingertip to fingertip. (I figured this out later)

Anyway, I vaguely remember lifting my head off the pillow because I was hearing something, like PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT. In a haze, I looked down and saw that my hands were going up and down one at time, patting the mattress. Even after I figured out what the noise was, I still kept patting. Then I put my head down and went back to sleep.

The funny thing is, I probably wouldn’t have remembered this at all if we hadn’t just been talking about such things. Weird.

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Since I was a teen I’ve had these nightmares that are very similar, though the exact situations change every time. An example:

First: I wake up and look at the clock. It’s 2 AM, and I’m really thirsty. I get up and go to the refrigerator to get something to drink. Everything is normal, there is absolutely no sign that I’m dreaming. I pour a glass of milk, and stand there drinking it, when I feel something behind me in the kitchen. My back is to the room and I can feel something big and dark watching me. When I get up I never turn on the lights, it’s so dark in the kitchen that you can feel it in front of you like fog. suddenly in the darkness I catch just the glimmer of eyes…about 6 or 7 feet off the floor. I drop the glass and try to run for the bedroom, but just inches away from the doorway It grabs me, and I can feel it’s claws and hear it breathe…

Second: …And then I wake up, safe in my bed with a start. Breathing heavy, heart hammering, all the normal things that you would expect. I look at the clock. Still the middle of the night. I relax back into bed, just happy to be awake. I think about the dream that I just had, and say to myself “gee…In the dream I was at my mom’s house…I should have realized I was dreaming. That was dumb.” I roll over on the bed, and realize that my hand is in something wet and cold. I open my eyes again and strain to see what it could be, and in the faint light I can only see that it’s dark. I reach over to turn on the light with my dry hand, not knowing what it could be. The light clicks on, and I see a pool of blood on my bed…and more on the floor, and the walls…probably a gallon of what is most definately blood splashed around most violently. I freeze in stomach-clenching terror with my hand still on the lamp. Then I hear a very soft sound from under the bed…

Third: …And I sit bolt upright in bed, gasping. The first thing that I do is make sure that there is no blood, then I lay back, breathing heavy and still absolutely terrorized by that horrible dream. I calm down for about 10 minutes, then I start to analyze the dream. “I don’t even have a bedside lamp…that really should have tipped me off…I’m so silly.” I’m quite wide awake from the nightmare, so I get up to do some reading. “There’s no way that I’ll be able to go back to sleep tonight. That was just too creepy.” I pull out a book and turn on the light, settling in for some nice soothing reading, but there’s something that strikes me as not quite right…the ‘nightmare feeling’ creeps up on me slowly, and I don’t quite realize when it began, but I know that something is very badly wrong. Unable to help myself, I quietly close my book and pad to the door. I listen intently, barely breathing, but hear nothing. I ease the door open a crack…and it’s pulled open fully by sharp-nailed fingers that wedge themselves between the door and the frame. Right in front of me I see something hideous…and I’d let it in. If I hadn’t opened the door, it would have at least taken a little longer to know that I was there. I look at it and I know that It’s going to kill me. I look into it’s eyes…

…and I wake up, shivering in my bed.

This time I’m really awake. Everything is really fine, but I can’t bring myself to quite believe it fully. I have lain awake after one of these dreams for a full hour, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for the monster, or the disaster, or the feeling of not-right to show itself.
It’s a really terrible feeling when you don’t know if you’re asleep or awake. If the things that are happening to you are really happening or if you’ll just wake up again.
In the end, I have to treat each of these dreams as if it were happening in reality, because if the one I’m in is reality and I don’t run from the monster then I’ll be killed for real. It may be a holdover from childhood, but I’ve never really believed that monsters don’t exist in real life, so it’s not as easy as saying ‘if that is a monster then I must be dreaming.’

So: Gut-wrenching terror at the time, vaguely creepy when I think about them. Thank goodness that I don’t have them more than once every year or two.

K.

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I used to work with a guy whose wife had delivered a stillborn child (sad I know… read on…). They took the body to a professional photographer and had him take pictures of the baby in lifelike poses… theres a poster size framed picture of that dead baby hanging above the headboard of their bed.
::shudder::

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Gravity, I suggest you look into lucid dreaming… you can find lots of websites on the net to achieve lucidity and it probably will help alot.

This also may be hard, because you are still semi-concious and can’t remember this when it matters, but next time you wake up from the first dream, say to yourself that it is still a dream. If you can just say those words, most likely, 95%, that you will then have a lucid dream. Do whatever the heck you want afterwards, imagine the blood is piss (just so if you had any uncertainty you now KNOW its a dream :D), imagine the bed gone, look at that thing under the bed, analyze it, kick its ass, try to wake up, and write down what you saw (keep a paper&pencil next to your bed first), and of course if the paper isnt there still imagine it as if you are still inside the nightmare.

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Shortly after we were married, my husband and I were driving across the Hart Bridge - one of the five that cross the St. Johns River in Jacksonville. Part of the way across, I was suddenly seized with a kind of panic - an overwhelming sense that we should not have been on that bridge. Almost immediately, he expressed a similar feeling… then we were on the other side and the sensation passed. Being engineers,we tried to analyze the event, but there was no logical explanation, and it was years before we crossed that particular bridge again. I still get a creepy feeling thinking back to that day.

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Part of my regular walk route takes me through a national cemetery. Yesterday I looked down and noticed, next to one of the headstones, a crumpled rubber surgical glove. Just one.

Vaguely creepy.

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Creepy True Story…

This goes beyond ‘a little creeped out’…

The Feeling:
The creepy feeling you get after you realize you were sitting right next to a serial killer… a few months after the fact.

Story:
My wife and I went to Yosemite last year and stayed at the CEDAR LODGE. At the time, there was a national news story about 3 women who had disappeared who had stayed there.

At the time, the bodies of the women had not been found and it wasn’t even sure they were dead, just missing. Although, we all kinda thought that would end up being the case.

Well, we were eating in the Cedar Lodge Restaurant (if you go, skip it… NOT GOOD EATING) and kind of darkly joking that we could be being watched by a serial killer. Or we could be next “oooo…” just trying to creep each other out. (A creepy past time of ours…)

Well, there was a lone diner there sitting near us who kept looking over at us. I KNOW he over heard us because although creepy at the time, we decided we might be disturbing the person and changed the subject to something less disturbing. He stayed there taking a long time to eat his dinner and he seemed to know the people working in the restaurant but was not very friendly with them.

It turns out, I think that guy was the Serial Killer. I can’t vouch that I’m 100% certain except that when his picture came up on the news weeks later the guys face was a crystal clear as any memory. They caught him after he decapitated another woman in the area. I don’t know if it’s a trick of memory or not but it bugs me. I know it was him and at the time he gave me a weird feeling.

BTW, I’m not a cop but have police training in remembering physical descriptions and a very good memory.

I sometimes wonder if anything would have happened differently if I’d made an anonymous call saying I saw this guy in the restaurant, if it might have been the missing clue they needed or put the heat on the guy so the last woman would have been saved. I had NO reason to really do this at the time, but you tend to play the ‘woulda/shoulda/coulda’ game in situations like this.

Names withheld on purpose. Don’t want this scumbag to get his name in lights anymore than to fry his butt and the victim’s privacy is important to me. (A pet peeve of mine is when they broadcast the names of victims of a tragedy on the news… that’s not news!)

-UnderDog

When Criminals in this world appear
And Break the Laws that they should fear
A Cry Goes Out Both Far and Near for
UNDERDOG! UNDERDOG!

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The feeling I get, every once in a while, of unreality. Like the world is some complicated illusion. Kinda Matrix-y, kinda Breakfast of Champions-y. Like I’m going to look somewhere suddenly and the world won’t be ready yet.

Finding notebooks or pieces of paper with my handwriting on them that I have no recollection of writing. Especially when the writing is very good and I wonder how I could have written it.

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This is VERY vaguely creepy, but when you’re eating macaroni and cheese, or spaghetti, and the noodles aren’t cooked all the way…and you crunch down on one…EW!!!

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Oddly enough I was just ahving a conversation about this…vaguely creepy.
Creepy thing: CANNED orange juice. it’s just not right.

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Oh. My. God. You lie!

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Actually, about 100 years ago, such a thing was VERY common.
Mortuary photographs and such.
I did know a family that had one stillborn child, and had a SMALL picture of him…but not a large one…
Still…it’s very creepy.

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I mentioned a “picture of a dead baby” in my first “Vaguely Creepy” post. It creeped me out, too, only this picture was very old and not very big.

Hehe, this happened to me a few times. Just recently, our school district newsletter came in and my mother was flipping through it. She found a poem written by me. I remembered writing the poem and was slightly surprised that it was in there. Then she said, “Erin, you wrote such an excellent article on Prom!” and showed it to me. I had no memory of writing it though I know I did since the writing style was mine. Still, it was odd. I felt like I was reading someone else’s work.