What is the creepiest thing to have ever happened to you?

In My Humble Opinion
41

Creepy black dogs, Black Shuck perhaps?

I was camping on a friends farm and went out to shoot a few bunnies for dinner. When I came over the top of the hill near the rabbit warren I came face to face with a big feral dog about 10m from me. Not sure of the breed but at that range it looked lke a cross between a German Shepherd and a horse :).

My friend had been losing sheep to dog attacks & I wouldn’t be suprised if this was one of the culprits. As I only had a .22 I figured that if I shot him I would probably just annoy him so we looked at each other for a few minutes and he turned around, walked away and disappered behind some rocks and didn’t come out the other side!

No idea where that dog went as I could see both side of the rock pile clearly. I figure he went behind the rocks and then turned and walked directly away from me to a gully about 30m away.

Weirded me out & I carried heavier calibre stuff when I went out that way the next day. Never did see him again.

42

I mentioned “my best fiend” in the Asperger NJ thread. He is The Poster Boy for High IQ Asperger’s.

He predicted the attacks 0f 9-11. The day prior he told his mother, “Something is going to happen tomorrow. SOmething big–like Pearl Harbor.” I was like no way and when I next spoke to his mother she confirmed that it happened. I’m not sure what a logarithm is but he’s the type of guy that has little else going on his mind.

He’s a very conservative military raised kind of guy.

WHile, under-educated for my potential I’m kinda smart and I asked him if he saw any patterns that lead to his assumption and he said no. A few weeks ago I was reading “Girl With a Dragon Tattoo” and there was a line in there that popped out at me and which I’ll never forget. Something like 'Maybe she has Aspergers. Sees patterns where regular people only get white noise." I think I have a touch of that myself.

Ba da boom.

Dog howling–I’ll have to tell the other later.

43

I don’t recall if it was the actual day my mother died in the hospital or the next but I think the former. I did not live with my mother I had an apartment of my own. I had a jolly shepard mix. I was on the toilet taking a pee when Theodore (said dog) ran in and positioned himself between my calves and the toilet. He seemed frightened like a little kid hiding behind his mother’s skirts. Never happened prior and never happened since.

44

Two years ago, my grandmother who I was very close to came down with terminal cancer. I was 2000 miles away from her home in Arkansas and I wanted to see her again but my father said it wasn’t even worth it because the degeneration was so fast that it wouldn’t do anyone any good. I argued with my family about coming anyway for a week but we never arranged it partly because I had just started a new job and didn’t have any time off whatsoever. I woke up on a Tuesday morning and called my new boss telling him that I couldn’t come to work because my grandmother just passed away. I had no idea why I did that. I just knew I had to. Then I sat by the phone and waited for the next 30 minutes until the call came. I just answered it with ‘I’m sorry, I already know’ to my father. It was like it was scripted. The time of death was exactly when I woke up.

45

I can’t scream in my nightmares either. In addition, frequently I have trouble running and dialing phones.

I love dreams. I can walk and climb trees and stuff that I can’t do when I am awake. I had a lovely dream last night where we were hiking in Letchworth State Park. :frowning:

46

Oh man! I just saw one of these at the zoo yesterday and was going to suggest it … and then here you are bringing up an animal I had never heard of until 3 pm yesterday. I was struck by how long-legged they were, but as you say, they’re native of South America and wouldn’t be roaming wild here unless it was a zoo escapee.

47

The guy at a club who assumed I was pretty much passing out, propped against the wall at a table, and decided to get me to come to the back of the club with him. I was actually exhausted and falling asleep (yes, with pounding dance music) and from the build of the guy saying something inaudible near my ear, thought it was my husband. (My hair was blocking my peripheral vision, and I was looking straight ahead after opening my eyes.) He grabbed my hand and guided me through the crowd ahead of him.

I was still tired and not thinking straight, then I realized with a start all at once something like: ‘He’s not being very gentle, I’m kind of getting bumped into people/OMG this is NOT my husband!’ Yup, I woke up enough to realize my husband wouldn’t half-push me through a crowd with my arm behind my back, and in sheer panic I had the element of surprise to break away (some self-defense training didn’t hurt) and jet off at an angle through the crowd. I didn’t even stop to look, so all I knew was that his build and hair color were similar to my husband, and that’s not an unusual combo. So I found my husband and tell him I want to go, and only once we’re outside did I tell him what happened - if I did right away, he’d have wanted to beat someone up, and I couldn’t have ID’d the guy if you paid me.

Oh, and I saw some lights in the sky once. They were small and red and far away, and some other people at the party were all ‘omg UFO!’ and I was saying yeah, that is unidentified by us, but I highly doubt we’re talking aliens. It’s goddamned hard to judge distance/direction of travel of anything in the sky, especially at night, but apparently other people posted about it because you can find it in some “UFO” database online. :rolleyes: Not creepy. Just lights that weren’t obvious as to their origin from that part of the Chicago suburbs.

48

Nothing supernatural, but an odd occurrence on a lonely backroad.

For reasons I can’t remember, I was traveling on a little-used but very long dirt road waaay out in the sticks (think banjo music). I came upon a car traveling a little slower, and soon noticed that it was obviously in distress with lots of smoke and steam. It failed soon and pulled to the side of the road. Since it was miles to civilization I stopped and offered the two guys inside a ride. They were friendly but really backwoods types, and after getting settled in my car, the guy in back suddenly remembered they had some “stuff” in the trunk, and asked if they could load it in my trunk. I agreed and scampered around to open my trunk. When I looked up they were carrying *armloads *of guns. All of various types and none in a case. They made two trips each and loaded over twenty long guns into my trunk. At this point I figured I didn’t have any choice but to go along and hope for the best. Oddly, they never attempted to bring one of the guns into the car, and were content to leave them in the trunk. I followed a set of directions along dirt roads and tracks, and let them off at a little shack. They unloaded their arsenal, thanked me, and went inside. They never offered an explanation for the weapons, and I didn’t ask.

Nothing happened, and they were fairly friendly… but it was creepy at the time.

49

Well, let’s make this even creepier. I’d never been to Detroit in my life, altho my husband spend his teen years there. In 1998-ish, he and I were able to go there together for work, and during our downtime, he drove me around to see where he’d lived, where he went to school, where he’d worked - things like that.

We stopped to eat at a restaurant that gave me a serious deja-vu vibe, and honest-to-goodness, it sounds just like the place you described! :eek:

50

I actually went through a phase very recently where I would wake myself up screaming once or twice a night. It wasn’t just incoherent yelling - one time I let loose a tirade of expletives. I felt bad for waking my husband up. It was literally like, “Damn you to hell! Sorry. I’m sorry.” The nightmares that prompted this screaming were pretty awful - hyperbolic versions of traumatic events from my past. A few times my husband woke me up deliberately because he could tell from my vocalizations that I was having a nightmare. It lasted for a couple of months and then after I finally found a job, it went away.

51

I have a similar story. When I was maybe 17 or 18, I used to take walks around my mom’s neighborhood in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep (which was pretty frequently). She lived in suburbia, but on the outer edge of one of my routes the road went through an area that was wooded on both sides, maybe 1/4 of a mile or so with no houses or anything.

I was passing through this wooded area one night, maybe 1-2 am or so, and there is this loud dog snarly-growly noise, like you hear in movies when a wolf is about to rip someone’s throat out. Sounded pretty close. Now, I’m not afraid of dogs, but this was not cool. The thing was, I knew if there was an angry dog in the woods, running was a bad idea because I can’t outrun a big dog and might make him want to chase me. I just sped up my walking, but didn’t run, and nothing happened. I’ve always wondered if some guy was in the woods that night and just made that noise to scare me. I’ve never heard a dog just snarl like that at some random person walking by. I avoided that area for a long time after that.

52

That might be even creepier than it just being a dog…

53

I know.

54

That’s both awesome and creepy-as-shit at the same time. My experience would have been around 1987 or so. The fountain was a big, white multi-tiered Italian-looking thing. I don’t remember anything else about the place other than that painting, the creepy, dismal decor, and the bland, plain food.

**Another story: **

When I was about 9 my best friend and I were playing around our schoolyard on a weekend. The city’s water tower was at the top of the hill behind our school and we had the brilliant idea to climb up it - metal steps with a railing, seemed pretty safe - so we jumped the two fences and started our ascent. We got about 25 steps up when we heard this LOUD, crazy maniacial laughter…we don’t know where it came from, this was a quiet neighbourhood - but we froze, looked at each other, and RAN our asses away from that tower as fast as we could. My friend found me 20 years later on classmates.com and when I reminded her of that day she was all “I will never forget that crazy laugh! It scared the hell out of me!!”

55

This reminds me of something which happened just a few days ago, tho it was more like “WTF?” than “Run Away!” One of the current songs on my playlist lately has been REM’s “Saturn Return”- it’s about choosing to embrace radical change or to run away from it. I was dreaming I was in the woods checking out my birds, and it was playing in the background. When it got to the end, and played the lyric, “Harder to wake Galileo”, my alarm went off right after the last syllable, and I woke up. The kicker is that I’ve experienced a change in my sleep habits lately, becoming a morning person (6:30 am in this case), which paradoxically has left me more refreshed through the day than before.

56

My sleep deprivation hallucinations always begin at about the same point that you describe (after 30-35 hours awake), and are always corner-of-the-eye type things.

57

I was in another town, walking back to my car, it was pouring raining and I had a large umbrella up. I got to the end of the street, where I had to walk down a side street, then cross the road to the car park. I got to the place where I wanted to cross and stopped to look for traffic. As I turned my head I saw a man, right next to me. Sheltering under my umbrella. I’m pretty sure he didn’t just happen to arrive at the same place on the pavement as me and duck under the umbrella, but had been walking beside me the whole way down the street…

Maybe not the creepiest thing that’s ever happened to me, but it’s up there among the top five!

58

I just know I’m going to regret posting this.

I have a friend “Bob” who I’ve known all my life. We met in Kindergarten in 1955, became good friends in 6th grade, lived in the same neighborhood until our late teens. His father “George” was my boyhood hero, active in our Boy Scout Troop, and so on.
Today, my wife and I have a only handful of really close friends- Bob and his two sisters are three of them.
My point being that I’ve been very close to this family for all of my life.

Early 1980’s. We all still lived in the same city at this time. I hadn’t seen Bob for a couple of months, and it had been a year or two since I’d even thought about George. One night I had a vivid, strange dream. Not a nightmare, not scary, horrible, or even upsetting; just kind of matter-of-fact. I’ve long forgotten whatever surrealistic dream stuff came before or after this:

*I’m standing face to face with George, neither of us talking or anything. Something is sticking out of one of his eyes, and I realize that a thermometer has been stabbed into his eyeball. * (Old-fashioned fever thermometer.) *The protruding end has been broken off, all jagged, with a little of the red mercury visible. It’s not gory or yucky or even alarming- just kind of “isn’t that interesting.” *

Well, the next day my wife and I run into a mutual friend who happened to be dating Bob at the time. Naturally, we ask her what’s new with Bob, and she answers “He’s pretty upset right now. His Dad (George) had eye surgery last week, the doctors screwed something up and damaged his eye. Now it’s worse than it was before.”

Now it could just have been one hell of a coincidence. I don’t know what to believe or disbelieve, so I don’t. But it’s still the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me. George’s eye was eventually treated successfully.

59

The creepiest thing that ever happened to me occurred when I was 12 and a devout Pentecostal. I had a friend with serious psychological issues and was very close to her, as well as her mother, who was religious to the point of mental illness. I really can’t emphasize enough how messed up this family was.

In essence, I spent years under the impression that I had exorcised a demon from my best friend. The conversation was heavy that night because my friend was suicidal. I don’t really understand what happened that night to this day, but I remember that her mother was reading a quote from the Bible about the value of life, and we were listening to Christian radio, and the man said something like, “'I sense a young person out there considering taking her own life…” Then he proceeded to quote the same Bible verse my friend’s Mom had just finished reading.

Naturally my friend’s mother freaked out. We were sitting at the table praying, and what I understood to be the Holy Spirit came over me, and I started shaking out of control. I ended up hitting my head on the table (not hard.) I had the worst feeling come over me, a sense of foreboding that I cannot describe, and then my friend walked into the bathroom and started convulsing. In retrospect, this was probably either a seizure or she just wanted attention from her mother, but at the time her mother and I both understood it to be the presence of evil.

Her mother started praying over her in tongues, and then the dog and cat started fighting (the dog was barking for no apparent reason), and I stood up and started praying aloud. ‘‘Get thee behind me Satan’’ and all that. My friend was unconscious on the floor, but when I laid my hands on her, her body was twitching.

Eventually she came around and claimed to remember nothing. We were so utterly terrified that we ended up sleeping on the kitchen floor that night.

In retrospect I can think of many possible alternatives to demon possession - the girl was seriously disturbed, and there were so many crazy things going on in my life at the time that I was probably in a highly suggestible state of mind. But at the time, I was scared out of my mind, and spent the next year or so sensing evil everywhere and feeling like I had to constantly fight it off. My Mom pulled me out of that church eventually and I settled down and became a fairly normal Baptist for the rest of high school. But even today, as an atheist, the idea of hell and demons scares the everliving crap out of me.

But yeah. Definitely the creepiest thing that ever happened to me.

60

This is hardly the creepiest thing that has happed to me, but it’s the only one I remember at the moment. The same night that I saw *The Sixth Sense *at the theater, I was later lying in bed when two things happened simultaneously. One was that the AC kicked on. It was a very good system that made virtually no noise. The second thing was that someone in the parking lot walked in front of a light source. The combination was that I saw a big shadow cross my far bedroom wall as a wave of cold air washed over me. If you remember The Sixth Sense, you know why this is creepy.