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

In My Humble Opinion
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I’ve never told or related this story to anyone… but here it goes…

Back in 2003, I lived with my girlfriend at the time. We’ll call her heather. I was 22, and she was a few years older than me. We both had a belief in the supernatural, but nothing solid. Like we never saw ghosts or were positive aliens and vampires existed. Basically just big X-Files fans.

Then one morning at about 4am or so for the second time in my life (I had dismissed the first) I saw what appeared to be a classic ‘grey’ type alien at the foot of our bed halfway into the closet. It has the classic white skin, big eyes, and was prolly only 3 and a half feet tall. My initial reaction was one of immediate violence. I sprang out of bed and ran to grab it, etc. Right before my last stride it disappeared… I was about to chalk it up as a bad dream or a trick of dim light and shadows when she said, ‘What was that?’ I replied ‘Nothing, I just had a dream.’ And she said ‘No, I saw it too… what was it?’

We never really talked about it since then or what have you. But nothing has happened to me and as far as I know nothing to her (we broke up 2 years later), but I do remember sometime similar from my childhood in the later 80s I don’t care to discuss.

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It has happened on a couple of occasions that I have woken up in the middle of a sleepwalk being totally disoriented. This feeling lasts for a minute or so and it’s extremely creepy.

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I have never sleepwalked, but I do get exploding head. It woke me up this morning as a matter of fact. I also have a bit of a myoclonic jerk but have been assured that it has nothing to do with the propensity in my family for Parkinsons. [though I did haul off and more or less punch a guy I was sleeping with once:smack:] Although when these and the essential tremor issue I have are combined with a long history of migraines and a tough of malignant hypertension makes me monitor my BP and be anal compulsive about getting my BP meds on a tight schedule.

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Perhaps not the creepiest thing to ever happen to me but certainly one of the strangest.

I was at home and just sitting down to dinner when the doorbell rang, just in case it was something important I went to answer it. Standing at the door was a small man, with greasy looking hair, ill-fitting suit and carrying a clipboard, he was sort of looking sideways and down at his notes.

I unlocked the door and opened it, about to tell him that I was busy when he looked up and met my gaze, I can’t begin to describe what I saw in his eyes but I instantly felt the hair on the back of my neck raise and I sensed the almost palpable waves of hate coming from him, it was like something physical.

“Hello, I’m knocking on a few doors around here, I’m a representative from (some generic organisation I can’t recall)’” he began, with a note in his voice as if he was barely capable of maintaining a thin veneer of civility, “Can I come in?”

I was somewhat stunned and just managed to collect my wits enough to tell him I was just sitting down to dinner (which was true)

“Well, can I come back later?”

“No, no you can’t”

He then turned away without a word and slouched off down the yard head down. I quickly closed the door with the distinct feeling I had just narrowly avoided something awful. I still can’t figure it out, perhaps he was just the worst salesman in the world but the feeling of hate and look in his eyes was if he had something personally against me, if he was someone casing my house you’d think he would at least try to pleasant. Unfortunately I didn’t have the presence of mind to see if he went to any of my neighbours houses.

I’m six-foot tall and capable of looking after myself but I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I had let him in…

On a similar note a few months ago I was upstairs using my PC and listening to a new CD I’d bought, I wasn’t really paying attention and didn’t remove my headphones when the tracks ended.

A few minutes later my blood ran cold when I heard voices downstairs, there were people in my house, I could hear at least three males talking in low tones. I was looking frantically around the room trying to find something, anything, I could use as a weapon when my mind finally caught up with my body, “Wait…why do they sound American?” and a moment more before I realised what was happening.

Of course, it was one of those frigging secret tracks at the end of the CD and that was what I was hearing!

Its amusing looking back at it, but it wasn’t funny at the time!

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I’ve got two. The first one is a long-standing thing. My family has a sixteen-year-old kelpie-cross-border-collie that we’ve had since she was four, and we love her to bits, but for about two years now she’s been steadily getting more and more deaf. We’re not entirely certain, but we think she’s no longer able to hear at all. We don’t have a dog whistle, so we can’t test it. She feels vibrations, but you don’t need ears to do that.
Anyway, ever since we got her, she occasionally sits in the study and stares at this particular point high on the wall. I’ve always found it strange, because she rarely looks up at other times, and there’s never anything there. I just shrug it off when she does it. But recently (last year, this year) I’ve heard scratching sounds coming from in there, and no matter how much noise I make or what I do, it doesn’t stop, sometimes all day. She doesn’t stare at it when the noises happen.
The other day, I was sitting at my PC when I heard her sitting in the kitchen, barking. She doesn’t do that; she’ll bark at a door if she wants to be let out or in, but never in the kitchen.
I got up to check on her, and when I walked in, she was staring at the same spot on the wall (the rooms are next to each other) and barking. She stopped when I came in and looked at me, then got up and walked out.
I know it doesn’t sound like much, but I can’t help but wonder what she’s seeing.

The other happened many years ago, when we first moved into this house. My older sister and a friend of the family, younger than me, lived here as well, back then. I was about eleven years old, and we were all sitting in the living room at the front of the house (not the same room as where my dog keeps staring). We were watching TV after school, and something really strange happened, or at least I think it did. I know what I saw, at least.
The windows seemed to be shrinking and growing, and the door to the ahllway was wavering, like it wasn’t solid. I also noticed that the TV was dark, though I don’t think it was off, just…blank. When it stopped happening (it took a minute or two), I looked at my sister, and her eyes were wide. I asked her what had happened, and she said the floor was waving like the sea, and the windows were warped. David* said the same thing, but he’d been looking at the floor and the couch. I don’t remeber what he said about the couch, but it was too much of a coincidence that we all saw the same things.
A year or two after it happened, I brought it up with my sister, and she told me that she always thought David* and I were making it up, just going along with her story. I can’t speak for him, but I wasn’t making it up.
She told me that she’d heard from our neighbours about the family that used to live her. Apparently they’d had a dog, once, and it got sick, but they couldn’t afford to take it to the vet, so they put it in a cardboard box with some food and water and buried it under the house (we have a dirt cellar). I don’t know if that’s true, but the idea creeps me out a little.
Though, I haven’t seen anything like it again.

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It would be my guess the first is mice in the walls which is a common occurance. My dogs and cats have done that same thing and I’ve chalked it up to that. What creeps me more is when they do it outside. When they stop eating to suddenly stare into the dark it’s creepy, particularly when they hiss or growl. It’s also fairly creepy when a young child suddenly stops and looks at a bare wall or corner as if amazed at something there ivisible to you.

The second was a Fringe event wtf.

Things are made even creepier if someone confirms it. I was out for a drive with my wife and came to a T on a back road way off from any house. There directly across in the middle of a pasture was a tall tree mostly limbless except for the top ten feet. Nobody was around. The top of it was on fire. A ball of flame. I was stunned. How? There was nothing near it, no power lines or anything. Only the topmost part was aflame with a five foot ball of fire. I stared at it until my wife asked if we were going to keep going. But the top of the tree is on fire I told her. So it is. We kept going. I still wonder how on a cloudless spring day that could happen.

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It could have just been a common terrestrial goblin or elf, but you saw it through your Scifi filter.:stuck_out_tongue:
Seriously though, that’s a pretty cool thing to occur to you.

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LOL. Scared the crap out of me at the time. The thought of alien contact doesn’t exactly thrill me as much as it frightens me.

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Reading this thread made me have my camera ready and by my side all the time now.

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When I was younger (like 5-7 years old) I used to have this reoccuring dream…annoyingly reoccurring. To describe it…it isn’t much but it was absolutelyt terrifying. Without getting into it, it was a ‘military’ dream which, I think, I died at the end of it. What was interesting is that when I think back on it, it was a very ‘mundane’, non-heroic dream. We were on the run…there was 3 of us and I wasn’t being a hero or even in command which was unlike the normal ‘hero’ dreams I would have.

I would wake up absolutely terrified, heart pounding thinking ’ I have to get out of here fast!’ I was what it looked like liek an assistent machine gunner…you know, the one that helps feed belts of ammo into the weapon. We were in a desert/dry environment.

Never thought about it much as an adult but then I met someone who insisted reincarnation was real and that she had the power to see what your previous lives were. Uhuh, sure. So I asked her to tell me. She said I died in Africa in WWII as a soldier.

Now, I don’t believe she could do this, but it did set me back :slight_smile:

I still say I saw a movie as a kid and internalized it. Still a bit creepy though.

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Ok, thought of a more creepy one.

When I was teaching, A colleague went to Africa on vacation. He had many stories but he mentioned that there was one witch doctor that couldn’t be photographed. His face would always be blurry.

He said he took a roll of pictures (not digital back then) which was 20 of him and dropped them off to be developed when he got back. We then forgot about it until his wife dropped them off at work when she visited.

He tore open the picture envelope and…every single picture of the witch doctor had a blurry face. Everything was clear otherwise…but his face was VERY blurred.

I had to be the victim of a joke here (or he was) but he insisted it wasn’t him. Otherwise I have no explanation.

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Whose side were you on? :wink:

Seriously though, interesting story, I’d like to do past-life regression hypnosis even though I don’t really believe in it. I’m reluctant to let anyone else have that level of control over me though, if it turns out I was a dashing Second World War fighter pilot I’d know I’m projecting… :smiley:

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If he’d woken up babbling to himself “Ich muss hier raus!!!” then we’d have a clue.

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“I must hurry!” ?

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Probation officers get their share of stress, particularly since you have to interview some very strange and disturbed people in detail to write court reports. As a result, restful nights of sleep were rare. One day some of us were commiserating about it around the water cooler. I mentioned that, like clockwork, I was waking up at 3 every morning and it was costing me badly needed sleep. “Why that’s exactly when I wake up” said one of my colleagues. “Me too,” said another. Turned out there were 4 or 5 of us around that water cooler with exactly the same problem and waking at the same time.

We all spent several minutes posing theories of why we would all be doing this at the same time and pondering the mysteries of ESP and thought transfer, when a bored voice came over a nearby cubicle and said, “Simple: That’s when the alcohol wears off.”

Mystery solved.

But it was still a very creepy job with many interesting war stories, some of which still weird me out to think of in retrospect.

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Nomination for an “Ask the former probation officer” thread!

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I guess I asked for that… :smack: We’ll have to check how much cognac there is in the house first. :smiley:

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I think German…but I only say that because a vague recollection of a guys helmet and the machine gun looked long/lean like pictures I saw of the German machine gun. However, I don’t trust that memory of the dream because it was many years and could easily have been contaminated from learning stuff later.

She described her religion to me…and it was interesting. She believed in reincarnation and that, interestingly, one picks their lives in order to work on what needs working on in order to attain perfection (?). Something like that. She said I spent many lives in the military, more than ‘normal’ and that my last several lives were particularly tramatic. Therefore, my current life is a ‘resting’ life. WTH? A ‘resting’ life? :smiley:

It was interesting to talk to her. The fact she was cute helped as well.

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“I’ve got to get out of this place!!!”

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The Handgun Marketing Association’s cold-call program has been very effective.