I’m pretty sure I posted about this before here. In February of 2000, the Islamic Center in South Charleston, WV, where my sister lives, was vandalized with spray-painted graffiti. After the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, my sister reminded me that what had been painted on the building more than a year and a half earlier were the numbers 911 and the name Bin Laden. (At the time of the vandalism, Bin Laden was virtually unknown in the US, and I remember a lot of conversation about what the graffito “Bin Laden” meant.) Her route to work takes her by the building daily, and she remembers the graffiti clearly. I saw it, too, during several of my visits. That really creeped me out.
:eek: Well, this is creepy, because I was reading not an hour ago on Wikipedia about the Taos Hum and Infrasound!!! Maybe you ‘heard’ the Hum? According to the related article on Infrasound, which not everyone can hear, by the way - the low low sound can cause feelings of fear and awe in people who subconsciously hear it!
Mine is rather mundane, but creepy to me. It was a hot summer night, 3 a.m., doors open, windows open, ceiling fan going. I was watching Larry King and the guest was Whitley Streiber (sp?) talking about his book “Communion” and aliens and something about black helicopters. I’m sitting there shivering with fear, when WTF do I hear coming at me and right overhead but a helicopter! (a police helicopter, shining a spotlight down on my lawn. Not an alien but the police looking for a miscreant in the neighborhood. Didn’t matter. I leapt to my feet and when flying upstairs to jump into bed beside the oblivious snoring Mr. Sali. Left the TV, fan, and lights on, and windows and doors all open. I suppose I would have been in more danger from the burglar the police were looking for than aliens in helicopters!
Perhaps it can be read as ‘the storage bin is stuffed full of goods’. Or ‘the garbage bin is full’?
I suppose this should be under “grossest things you’ve ever seen”, but it really was creepy at the time:
I was exploring an abandoned dining hall of a children’s camp with some friends and we came across a dead bird. (Birds could get into the building but not back out and smacked themselves into the windows.) This bird was quite obviously dead, but it’s head was lolling back and forth. Not a natural motion, looked almost animatronic. There was no way it could be alive, but why was it moving? My friend picked up a chair and nudged the carcass over with the chair leg and…
…a massive black beetle crawled out of the chest cavity.
As much as I wanted to barf it was actually fascinating. And creepy as hell. I wish we’d got it on video.
Aww I was hoping there was going to be some sad story about Little Mary who died of a fever in 1793, so she keeps pulling the covers off people so they don’t get too hot.
Or maybe it was Big Jim who liked to watch.
My first ex and I used to read to each other to pass the time. One time I was reading “The Deathbird” by Harlan Ellison. We had a poster of an Apollo shot of Planet Earth up on the opposite wall. When I reached the exact point in the story where the Deathbird destroys Planet Earth, the poster detached from the wall and fell to the floor with a crash.
The night my mother-in-law died, I followed the ambulance taking her to the ER. In my car I’d been listening to the audiobook of Perelandra by C. S. Lewis. At the moment when I pulled into the parking space and shut off the engine, the last words I heard were “Our Mother and Lady is dead.” I went into the ER and she had just died that moment.
True weird events like these that happened right in front of me… when I recall them they give me a chill/frisson/shpilkes.
I think I’ve posted this before, I can’t remember.
Anyway, one night I had the weirdest dream. It wasn’t creepy or anything, just so unusual in location and theme that I spent quite awhile after I woke up going over it in my head and sitting with how frickin’ weird it was. The images were so strong yet not at all connected to my life or anything that had happened the day before.
Sometime later September 11th happened and a few days after that I remembered my dream and then it was really WTF???
In my dream I am on a very high floor of a very very tall square building that looked out over water and was at the end of a penninsula. It was in a city that was familiar to me but that I didn’t personally know. I couldn’t place it, but knew I should know what city it was. I remember that the strongest impression from that dream was that it was a square building, so very very square and unadorned. And that it was about to topple over.
My girlfriend phoned my mobile phone a few weeks ago. She could here me talking, but I couldn’t here her. What I could here, instead, was interference on the line making a noise what I imagine hell to sound like: a noise like a woman persistently screaming every couple of seconds with some beast-like grunting mixed in. The noise was that bizarre it affected me for days.
I once had a giant in a Holocaust cloak walk up my front sidewalk and intone:
“My men are hear! I am hear! But soon you will not be hear!”
The misuse of the word here/hear in these consecutive posts amused me.
I heard what you were doing their.
A couple of months ago, I got a phone call at home, late afternoon. The caller ID just said “Private Number.” The caller was a woman, she sounded like she was probably 45 or so, with a slight Southern twang.
She said, “So you know you better buy a handgun.” And then I hung up.
Didn’t recognize the voice, and I have no idea who it was.
It’s me. You’ve been dreaming about me. Now you know. Chill out.
I was walking in a clearing between two small oak saplings spaced about 20 feet apart, and something grabbed my arm.
I thought it was a spider, a very large one, by the intuitive diameter of the clingy leggins attached to my frantic forearm.
I brushed at what ever the hell that was off of me…:eek:
I look down and there was nothing there…
As I observed the area, there was no way a spider web could span this clearing, as I felt no web and saw nothing wriggling on the ground in defensive mode. It may have been night time but, there were spot lights around an I had plenty of clear vision.
It wasn’t a soft cling like something with hair, it felt rather like a crab would feel like grabbing you with all its arms, sans claws. three claws to be exact. Cold and hard.
Anyway, that kinda freaked me out until…
A few weeks later, It happened again in the exact same spot. :eek:
I never walk between those trees again. :dubious:
In high school, a boy and I were walking along the street. When we passed under the streetlight our shadows were swinging clasped hands, except we weren’t holding hands.
I have my dad’s watch that stopped the day he died at 12:11 pm - also the exact time he died. It’s a battery powered watch I gave him as a gift and he always wore it. I can’t explain it.
Mine is damned silly and easily explained. Worry on my part.
My step daughter traveled from Boston to Memphis and back several times, and we drove to Memphis from Little Rock to pick her up.
In the kitchen, I do not remember whether before taking her to Memphis or before picking her up, I glanced up at the window in the kitchen door and saw Death. Black robe, scythe over his shoulder, no face in the hood. I looked down at my hands, thought, “This is crap”. He was gone when I looked back. I didn’t tell my Wife until StepPlant was safely at her destination.
When I was 8 years old, my family moved from our rural home, to a newly built subdivision in town. Our street was a semi dead end. The actual street just ended but there was a sharp right turn that put you on another street. There was a line of trees where the road ended. Past the trees was a dry creek bed. There were deeper woods on the other side. I spent a lot of time down there. It felt safe. And I guess it reminded me of being back in the country.
One night I dreamed I was lying on my back, in the middle of the creek bed. I could hear a horse running. Then a white horse jumped over me and disappeared into the woods.
My dad was a huge History nerd. He found out that whole area had been active during the Civil War. Whenever they broke ground for a new house, he would be there with his metal detector. I had this great idea to “borrow” the detector, find some cool stuff in the woods and surprise him with the treasures I found. I was on my hands and knees, trying to dig out something from the side of the creek bank. Somebody behind me said “run!” I jumped up but there was no one there. Then I noticed a sound in the woods that I first thought was a giant insect. It was getting louder and closer. I just stood there bewildered. All of a sudden a guy on a dirt bike came flying over the bank, headed straight for my head! He saw me at the last minute and twisted around before crashing into the other bank. He wasn’t hurt, but pretty shaken up. I ran home. I went back later to get the metal detector which was propped against a tree instead of laying in the creek bed where I had left it.
About twenty-odd years ago I was riding my motor-scooter on a smallish road in the north Kent marshes on a misty winter morning. I came to a large and fairly old farmhouse (Georgian or maybe Queen Anne, I think). There were six or seven black plastic rubbish sacks outside the front gate and, as I drew level, one of them unfolded itself and stood up.
I didn’t see it for long, it was misty and the visor of my helmet was slightly steamed up (and I wasn’t going to hang about!) so I couldn’t say for sure what it looked like, except that it was humanoid, glossy black, about six feet tall and thin. I looked in my rear view mirror as I accelerated out of there but it was behind the gatepost and I sure as hell wasn’t going back for another look!
I’ve tried to write a ghost story based on the experience, but its just too fragmentary and nothing else ever happened. I’ve been past the house several times since and seen nothing (Except legitimate, non-animated rubbish sacks)
That is very interesting. It was ages ago and I can’t remember hearing any hum, but I do know that there was some kind of “vibe” that actually made me shiver (and it was a hot summer day) so maybe that other girl and I did pick up on it. Whatever the case, that was the strongest “get out of here!” feeling I had ever had. It was like knowing something bad was about to happen, or had just happened, and I couldn’t wait to follow directions and get out of there.