Listening for the umpteenth time to Randall Thompson’s “The Last Words of David” with full orchestral accompaniment. Still gets me. - YouTube
The scene towards the end of the episode The Inner Light (Star Trek Next Generation) where Picard/Kamin turns around to see his long-time dead friend Batai sitting on the steps, as young as when he first saw him. And then his dead wife Eline appears, also as young as when he first saw her. Always gives me a (good) chill. And then to think that Picard lived an entire lifetime on the planet Kataan, having children and then a grandchild, in the real time of 20 minutes, as he lay unconscious on the bridge of the Enterprise. Wonderful episode.
The shaved ice (apple and cherry flavored) that I had after dinner this evening.
One night last week, I was the only one still up. I was reading on the couch and the dog was laying on the floor. From the corner of my eye, I saw his head pop up. I looked to see what had caused him to wake up, expecting to see one of the cats. He was staring at the dark hallway. I waited to see if my son had gotten up for something. I didn’t hear anything and went back to reading. Several minutes later, he’s still watching the hall. He wasn’t freaked out, (like I was starting to be), just mildly confused.
Then one of the cats comes strolling in from the kitchen with sleepy eyes. She starts heading in my direction which requires her to walk by the doorway to the hall. Instead she comes to a dead stop and starts looking at whatever the dog is looking at. I couldn’t get either one of them to knock it off. I even tried to bribe them with meat cookies. I got up and turned on the hall light. I didn’t see or hear anything unusual.
I went into the bathroom to pee. When I came out, the dog was in the kitchen getting a drink and the cat was in my spot on the couch, taking a bath. So whatever they saw was gone, but I had left the hall light on, and when I came out of the bathroom it was off.
Well now that was the last thing to give me chills, thanks for that :mad:
About a month ago, around Chistmas, I had dozed off on the couch and was sleeping there for a good while. In the early hours of the morning I drifted in and out of consciousness as others in the room conversed around me, and it was sort of a comforting feeling as people came and went and kept on talking into the wee hours. Only as I fully awakened some time around 3:00 AM it occurred to me: what people? What others? The room was completely dark and I was alone in the house.
I live in Salem MA which is mayhem on Halloween. Since it’s so crazy here I always pretend not to be home. Last Halloween I shut the wood shutters on the ground floor, turned down all the lights and was sitting on my sofa using my laptop when some trick-or-treaters came knocking once, twice then I heard a woman say ‘come on, let’s go’ and a little girl say ‘no! I can see her! She’s sitting right there!’ before being dragged off by the woman.
A while after they were gone I went out the back door and approached my front door to see if there was any way someone could peak through the shutters, the keyhole - anything. I couldn’t see how the little girl could know that I was ‘sitting right there’.
My stalker…
Animals do that just to fuck with us, you know. They were laughing at you behind your back right afterward.
Doubt that.
Reposted from another thread:
I’ve been having weird experiences with a streetlight. So far I’ve counted twenty-two consecutive times that it goes off when I walk under it, and on again when I walk away. I’ve watched others pass under it, and it doesn’t happen to them. My girlfriend’s been visiting, and it happened when she and I walked under it for the first time, so I told her that this always happens to me. She scoffed and the next night when we got to it, she walked under it on her own. It stayed on. “See - it’s just a coincidence!” she shouted from a distance; I walked towards her, passing under the lamp, and it turned off. When I got to her it turned back on, and she whispered “there’s no such thing as ghosts?”. My skin went cold and prickly, but I am a rationalist, so I turned round and walked back towards it with purpose - and it turned off again.“Maybe you should take a different route home,” was her conclusion as we walked away and it flicked back on.
Anyway, two nights ago I was on the same path to my house, which winds through the jungle. This time all the streetlights on the island were off and it was unbelievably dark. The only thing I could see was a break in the trees in the distance, lit by starlight, where the path crests through it and branches off to my apartment. All around me was pitch dark, the darkest I’ve ever experienced. It was completely silent too - the only thing I could hear was my own breathing and my footsteps. I stepped carefully with my eyes fixed on the break in the trees, not wanting to step off the edge of the path. With absolutely no noise or warning I was suddenly hugged tight round the chest from behind by two arms. I called my girlfriend’s name, then the name of a couple of friends, and all I got back was silence and warm breathing on the back of my neck.
Woke up bathed in sweat with my heart pumping nineteen to the dozen. One of the scariest fucking dreams I ever had.
Charlie Mechling’s vocals on SNC’s rendition of Chicken Fried.
This. Or something very like it.
Two of the SuperKitties do this, Maggie and Widget, and more than once to the point I am no longer surprised by it. Both have suddenly sat up on the bed or on my lap while I’m on the computer, staring fixedly at the stairwell, which is only about eight feet from where I’m sitting. No amount of bribes or other persuasions deter either of them from those locked stares.
It generally lasts several minutes, during which I hear and see nothing out of whack. I’ve even gone to the stairwell and stood there, tv or radio off, and listened hard. Nothing. But when I look back at the cats - they’re stock-still staring. Mondo creepy.
And this occurs at different times of the day or night. And their body language is completely different than say when the noisy garbage truck comes to collect the trash. This is entirely something else.
Either they’re hearing something my human ears can’t pick up, or something else is going on, like a visitor I can’t see. The cats have done this often enough now I’m just waving toward the doorway and saying ‘hello, welcome,’ to whoever it might be.
Ted’s Caving Page I know it’s a hoax based on a short story. I know it’s an internet legend. I know that there are many movies, tv shows, and stories that have done it as good or better.
After multiple readings, I still can’t read it when I’m in the house alone and/or the lights are out.
Peace - DESK
Neither of these were the last (most recent), but they came to mind.
When I was about 9 I saw a yellow lab get hit by a car in front of our house. The dog didn’t die but its back was broken. If you have heard dogs whining/crying when they are hurt, its awful. This was worse, this dog was screaming, it was loud and very high pitched, like a baby scream. The memory of hearing that sound and seeing that dog desperately dragging its back legs around still messes me up.
A few years back when my youngest was a new baby she got sick, nothing super serious, seemed likesort of a cold, but with new babies you have to be careful. She was not lethargic or any of the serious signs for new babies, but she was not feeding well and didn’t seem to get better. Its 3 in the morning and we call the night nurse who listens to the symptoms and says lets wait til morning, see how she is and we can bring her in. This all seems reasonable, but my wife just gets a feeling that something is not right. Just based on her gut we bring her to the ER at ~ 4 AM. Shortly after they see her they all start rushing around and hook her up to an IV. This is obviously really stressful for my wife and I. THey say that she is severly dehydrated, like for a short while there was discussion of possible permanent health problems due to how bad off she was. She ended up being ok after being in the hospital for about a week. The thing that still makes me shake is what one of the nurses said. She said that if we had waited until morning, my daughter probably wouldn’t have made it.
Saw a dog hit on the way to work a few months ago–which gave me a flashback to the time I hit a cat with my car. Shudders and chills.
I was driving home from southern Oregon late at night, and my wife was asleep, and I could only get this one radio station which played music that was not to my taste, but I left it on, bored with my CDs.
It played this Mariah Carey song I had never heard before.
When she gets to the part at around ~2:40, it had a weird resonance with me. Tired, 2am, alone on the highway, with my wife asleep next to me…it really got to me emotionally. Really strange b/c I am not sappy like that, and I normally despise that sort of music.
What a great zombie thread. That even sounded good on laptop speakers.
I’ve really enjoyed reading through this thread.
Musically I’d add Sinead O’Connor - Nothing Compares 2 U
Johnny Cash’s cover of Hurt
That actually brought tears to my eyes. Such a simple renditionyet so powerfully executed. Don’t know why but I pair Johnny Cash with Ray Charles as far as musical vision. They seem to get it. You can hear it in “Georgia on my Mind”.
What amazes me in the musically chilling department is stuff done well LIVE. I remember vividly a couple of acts in small bars that absolutely blew me away. One was a lady who did the Eurythmics song -I Need A Man. Not only did she do it better than Annie Lennox but she did it walking on top of the tables in the bar. This song can only be played one way and that’s belted out with no stops. Still have chills thinking about it and that was probably 20 years ago or more.
The other event was a blues band in a honky tonk bar. Can’t remember the band but the crowd was filled with local blues musicians and you know it’s going to be good when other musicians show up to listen. It was a smokin hot night. Anyway this lady shows up and does a walk on number. She had a flute. Seriously I thought, you brought a flute to a blues club. WOW. WOW. She absolutely tore it up and then doubled down with a voice that was unbelievable.
Just tonight listened to Buenas Tardes Amigo by Ween for the first time in awhile. Has several verses of hammed-up Western Movie Mexican music, then it absolutely nails the spaghetti-style guitar solo. Even if you know it’s coming the solo sends chills down my spine.
That part in Mark Z. Danielewski’s House of Leaves when the kids what to play the game ‘echo’.