For me it was listening to Janelle Lauer covering Chocolate Jesus by Tom Waits, I cannot find a listenable link anywhere online but its a brilliant cover.
The other night I went into my kids’ rooms to check on them as I do every night before I go to bed. I started with daughter 1, went in and made sure she was covered with the blanket because she has a tendency to kick it off and it’s been getting chilly here lately. In the dark I pulled her blanket up and noticed movement from the other side of her bed. I froze and strained to see in the dark. Then I noticed a person sitting at the edge on the other side of the bed. It was daughter 2, just sitting there, facing out the window with her back to daughter 1.
She had evidently sleepwalked in there and was sleeping, sitting up, with her back to the door. It was the freakiest thing and gave me chills, made the hair on the back of my neck stand up, and nearly made my heart skip a beat. I carried her back to bed.
She has sleepwalked before, but that was the scariest one so far.
I’m reluctant to admit this, but I recently had the opportunity to listen to some old U-2 on an excellent sound system. The kind you turn up to 11, that just goes right through you and blows back your hair. (Pride) In The Name of Love gave me chills, yeah, still, after all these years. 
corkboard: OMG!
Sinead O’Connor’s cover of House of the Rising Sun. When she reaches the climax of the song, I feel like I’ve seen a ghost.
Holy shit. Sleepwalking creeps me the hell out. I’ve never seen anyone do it before, but if I suddenly woke up and there was someone sitting on my bed, I’d freak the hell out.
Anyway. Chills.
Good music kind of chills: listening to a Rachmaninov piano piece on Pandora. I can’t remember for the life of me what it was, unfortunately, but I had to stop what I was doing and just listen for awhile.
Creepy kind of chills: this site, linked from this thread about crazy fandom people. The grammar and spelling needs work, but reading about the blatant emotional abuse just plain disturbed me.
This post.
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At the risk of sounding like a Jesus freak, Carrie Underwood’s stage rendition of “How Great Thou Art” with Vince Gill.
My wife says that when she was little, she would freak her mother out by sleepwalking silently to her mother’s bedside and stand there, sleeping but eyes open and vacant, staring down at her mother until her mother woke up and noticed.
A urinary tract infection?
Shook for several hours and nearly pulled a muscle fighting it. I ached for days afterward.
Oh, I don’t consider myself the least bit religious, but there are definitely hymns that get me every time.
Like this. I’ve sung it with a choir before, but listening to it still gives me the good shivers. The accidentals at 3:36 and 4:04 given to the altos, and that low D given to the basses at 4:23 are especially powerful.
And I didn’t list this in my original post because it happened in 2004, but listening to the choir performing Lo How a Rose E’er Blooming at the York Minster on Christmas morning was quite an experience.
(Also, :eek::eek::eek: at Koxinga.)
The astronauts on Apollo 8 reading from the book of Genesis on Christmas Eve 1968. It gets me every time.
Last November 11th I was driving to a football match around the time of the two-minute silence of armistice Sunday.
This was along the cliffs of the Kent coast, steeped in WWII history. It was a cold and bright sunny day and I had Radio 4 on. They broadcast the remembrance Service from Whitehall in London and the military band struck up with Elgar’s “Nimrod” at the exact time that I crested a hill and saw both the brilliant blue of the English Channel and also a roadside church with the congregation formally arranged around their local monument to the fallen.
Just one of those moments, very moving indeed.
My girls don’t usually sleepwalk, but they’ll talk in their sleep. I’ve gone into their rooms late at night to put laundry away, tuck in, etc. and especially the younger one would turn their head to me and say something weird to me. The voice in the darkness always made my heart stop for a beat.
I was sitting on my front steps the other evening, having a smoke and contemplating. . . stuff. I felt a light tickle on my side and assumed it was my cat’s tail brushing against me. When I looked down there was no kitty, just a BIG DAMNED PALMETTO BUG! I honestly can’t believe I didn’t shriek. I shook and bordered on dry heaves for about twenty minutes after. Gah.
Watching the Paley Center for Media panel on Castle, with the creators and cast. Nathan Fillion and the producers are answering a question about the sexual tension between the Castle character and the Beckett character. They talk for a couple of minutes. Stana Katic isn’t joining in.
Tom Bergeron, the moderator, notices, and asks her what she thinks. She looks up through her eyelashes and says, “I think there’s nothing sexier than swordplay.”
I think every man in the room got a chill from that. Along with any like me who saw the video.
Video of the recent Reno Air Race crash. I won’t post a link, they should be pretty easy to find.
I’m not super patriotic, but this rendition of the Nat’l Anthem: The Cactus Cuties sing The National Anthem Original Video - YouTube
Don’t know if it was the last, but my mind went to it first.
Janelle Lauer?!? I know her!! We live in the same town and do work at the same theatre!
That is not a name I would have expected to see in a Straight Dope thread. It almost gave me chills.
