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backslashbaby
10-10-2009, 03:35 PM
Now is my favorite time of year to hear these. Anything you find creepy or strange or spooky.

I have a true tale that always freaks folks out, but I've never told it to a bunch of writers :D I'll tell it by Halloween, I promise. Fiction is perfect, too, of course.

Links to SYW are awesome, or just spill it casually.

But do spill it.

Woooooooooooooo [insert creepy animations here]!!

Wayne K
10-10-2009, 03:38 PM
I watched my father as he was walking down the street, and then poof, he turned into a bar.

Wayne K
10-10-2009, 03:38 PM
[insert car crash noise here]

backslashbaby
10-10-2009, 03:40 PM
*groan*

:D

truelyana
10-10-2009, 03:49 PM
All my spooky and creepy tales are more like honest show me the way message experiences. :) But for you, they may be quite unbelievable as we are on a different path.

KellyAssauer
10-10-2009, 03:52 PM
Hmmm, can I just post pics of my ex?

backslashbaby
10-10-2009, 04:03 PM
If he's spoooooky [which he may well be!]

truelyana, I have an interesting relationship with things I know very little about :) I have many different ideas, but in the end, I just decide that I know very little about it! :) :)

I'll give y'all a spooky one, though. From when I was little and the tall trees out near my grandmother's made scary-monster images at night and I'd hide my head as we drove by them :)


I was a little girl, and we were driving back from my grandmother's at night, through a tree-lined road. I was going to sleep in the back seat. The car screeched - literally - to a stop in the middle of the road and I saw the interior lights come on. My parents were out of the car, Dad yelling, "What the hell was that?" My sister beside me was screaming, "What were they? What were they?"

My parents wouldn't tell me what they saw: "It was nothing, sweetheart. Don't be afraid."

My sister says it was 3 people standing or hanging in the middle of the road.

Wayne K
10-10-2009, 04:14 PM
http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/funny-pictures-horror-movie-cat-dark-scary.jpg

Tepelus
10-10-2009, 04:41 PM
I've never had anything spooky happen to me, sometimes I wish something freaky would happen so I have a story to tell, but nope. I do enjoy reading/listening to others experiences. This is also the time of year I start watching Ghost Hunters again.

backslashbaby
10-10-2009, 04:48 PM
The longer freaky tale I'll write up nicely before Halloween isn't supernatural at all, btw. Just creepy :D It's about an apartment I rented that had very cheap rent... for a reason, muahaha!

emilycross
10-10-2009, 04:57 PM
well this isn't 'very spooky' but i guess its supernaturalish.

but basically my grandmother told us that one night she had a dream that she was sitting on a train with her grandmother and they were having a conversation. The train was heading to her grandmother's house, when they arrived at the house her grandmother (my great-great grandmother) told her it would be all ok, and disappeared in a white light. My grandmother woke up and that morning heard her grandmother had died.
When i was a kid, we went to Australia to visit my uncles and aunts. My great-grandmother, my mother's grandmother wasn't well when we were leaving. Anyhoo about a week or so into our holiday, my mother had a dream that her grandmother came into the bedroom, sat on the bed and had a chat. At the end of the conversation, she told my mother it would be ok, and light appeared which my mum said made her feel wonderful and happy. Anyhoo, my mum woke up and we went about having our holiday but my mum felt uneasy about the dream so few days later she rang gran (my gran, her mother) and asked was great-gran alright etc. Gran told her she didn't want to ruin her holidays, but that my great-grandmother had died the night my mother had her dream.

So yeah, thats the little bit of real life 'spooky' that i have.

Ambrosia
10-10-2009, 05:17 PM
When I was a small child my grandfather was very ill. My mom had taken my brother and me over to his house to visit him. She sent us out to play in the backyard. I was playing and all the sudden I heard three very loud knocks. I looked around but there was nothing around me to cause the knocking sound. It unsettled me and I ran in to tell my mom. She was very sad and when I told her what happened she nodded and told me that happens sometimes when people pass away. My grandfather had died when I heard the knocking.

kayleamay
10-10-2009, 05:45 PM
I've witnessed a lot of deaths and been around a lot of people that were on the way out (or in, depending on how you look at it). There does seem to be a lot of similarity in experiences. I've heard many older people talk about getting ready for the train, waiting for the train, etc. when they are confused and actively dying. I have heard at least a dozen dying people tell me that there was a black dog in the room just before they passed. However, I had one patient whose death experience scared the bejeezus out of me.

The gentleman was dying of brain cancer and would have moments of lucidity, but often hallucinated. He was on hospice and had grown very weak. He started screaming in the middle of the night and I went in to check on him. He told me that there were demons all over the room, grabbing at his arms and legs, telling him that it was time to go. He said they had no faces. The man was sobbing and hysterical. I tried to reassure him, but there was no calming him down. He died a couple of hours later.

I called his daughter to tell him he had passed and she said that she was glad he finally died and she shared some grotesque details of the man's life. And yes, they were grotesque. I swear I will never forget the fear in that man's face. I could barely sleep for weeks. I don't know what I think about heaven, but that sure made me think twice about hell.

emilycross
10-10-2009, 06:35 PM
Well another spooky story has to do with my old university and its pretty well known

The university i'm talking about is the second oldest in Ireland and does look sort of like hogwarts - it used to be (and still is, but very limited) used to train priests, now its mostly used as part of a larger university.

Anyhoo on the old campus (hogwarts part) there is a building which has sealed window, where the room as been sealed off completely - basically an artificial wall was built up and room is now inaccessible. The reason why is that a young man who wasn't emotionally stable committed suicide because he saw a black dog or shadows haunting the bedroom. Basically the campus is right beside an old castle from round 12th century (i think) and the grounds used to be there before university and supposedly there was a black dog haunting the grounds for a time, but no harm came to anyone, until this young man commited suicide in 1842.
Two other students who moved into the room committed suicide as well (slitting their throat with a rasor in the same fashion as the original owner of the room), a third student threw himself through the window to escape something evil that was trying to take him over, he said there were black shadows all over the room and he had the urge to grab the rasor and use it. A priest was called in and spent the night, next morning he was gibberish mess and wouldn't speak of what he saw. After this the room was blocked off and the whole building was turned into a oratory (and is now where you go to register as a student).



Regardless of what may have occurred in the room in reality, there are several documents still extant which point to some very real occurrences that happened in No. 2 sometime between 1842 and 1848. At the very least, there is a document dated October 23, 1860 which authorized the refurbishment of room 2 to an oratory for St. Joseph.

Hans Holzer, the great paranormal researcher, personally visited the university in the company of a psychic and recorded impressions of a four-legged creature which felt fear and the desire to run – as well as a strong presence around the statue, where the window once was.

Based on all this evidence, one can infer that perhaps a dog from the old castle or somebody’s pet met to a violent death on that spot and has clung there ever since – which may have driven one sensitive student to suicide. It is likely that the young man’s spirit, perhaps having had second thoughts, has returned to drive others to suicide. And the presence at the window is, most likely, an impression of that dramatic event rather than a true ghost. Such "impressions" are common – moreso than ghosts, at any rate.

kaitie
10-10-2009, 06:43 PM
Okay Kayleamay wins the award for freaking me out the most at the moment. Great story. The black dog is pretty terrifying as well.

I've got a pretty good freaky story about an apartment I used to live in. It sounds kind of crazy, though, so I typically don't tell people unless I know them well enough to know they won't think I'm insane. :tongue. I did grow up in a haunted house, though. That was pretty cool.

I have a sorta scary story, though. Well, scary at the time. Not sure if it would be as scary typed up. Anyway, basically I was at a friend's house in high school after a dance, and it was about three in the morning when she was going to drive me home. I sat in the car for a few minutes waiting on her to come out, and I just had this really creepy feeling. I didn't want to say anything, though, because I thought I was just being silly.

She came back and drove down the road, and this feeling that someone is watching me gets worse and worse, to the point that she stopped at the stop sign and I turned and checked the backseat. Thing is, so does she. We both look up and had this weird moment of understanding. I asked if she had a weird feeling, too, and she said yeah, but we didn't think much of it and kept driving. About halfway back, the feeling kept getting worse and worse. I'm talking a complete outright fear for no conceivable reason. The odd thing was that I wasn't afraid for myself--I was afraid for her. I knew I would be okay, but I just had this terrible feeling that something was going to happen to my friend.

A little past halfway she starts crying. Not kidding you. Scared to the point that she started crying, pulled into a gas station, and says, "Please let's go back. Please. I have the worst feeling about this and I want to go home." Of course by now I'm like screw making my mom mad go back. We arrived safely and I called my mom and told her I would be spending the night.

I wouldn't have thought a whole lot of it except the next day I went home, expecting my mom to be really angry with me for not coming home the night before (she'd been pretty adamant about me not staying the night), but instead she said, "You know, I'm really glad you called and said you'd be staying the night. I had an awful feeling something bad was going to happen on your way home."

In my book it just goes to show that if you've got that little voice in your head, listen to it.

Sweet Tea
10-11-2009, 12:17 AM
I love all the old urban legends that get passed around, especially at this time of the year. Remember the stories of the Hook Man? Or the crying statue in the graveyard?

firedrake
10-11-2009, 12:31 AM
I work for City government. A couple of years ago, when there was still money to be had, the City bought a run-down fourplex next to our building. There are plans for a new city hall, and the fourplex was nearly derelict and buying it meant the City could own the entire block.

Myself and three colleagues went to have a nose around. They were pretty unremarkable apartments, old and not very clean but nothing out of the ordinary until we went in the third one. I am a skeptic when it comes to these things. I felt a darkness over my left shoulder. I couldn't see it but I felt it. I was glad to get out of that apartment. When we returned to our office I told one of my colleagues what I'd felt and she said she had a feeling, in there, that she'd walked into a scary movie. Before the building was demolished, the police department used it for crime scene practice. Two experienced, salt-of-the-earth detectives went in there and found a wind-up toy that was wound up and working. There was nothing in the apartment when we'd been in there.

About a year after the building was demolished I was talking to a friend who has lived in this small town all her life. We got to talking about creepy things and I told her about the apartment. She told me that a boy she knew in high school, who'd been into drugs and fallen in with a bad crowd (back in the 1960s) had been found murdered just outside that building, in the front yard.

That's the only creepy thing I can think of that's happened to me.

backslashbaby
10-11-2009, 01:01 AM
Oooooooo! These are so great, y'all! Thank you :D

I'd love to hear more about when people die. When my mother got very sick, it was hard to figure out how I felt because she had been in the hospital gravely ill many times with her cancer and always pulled through so well. Like fly to Paris 2 months later well.

This time, though, I kept smelling roses and lilies everywhere that week. In totally flowerless rooms. I knew something was up. It prepared me, honestly.

Talking to my mom in her hospital room alone, she told me that death had been in the room a few times, that it was an actual presence. It seemed entirely natural, even though I never believed in any personification of death before.

Really sweet supernatural things happened after her death. It all went very well, really. Her funeral bouquet smelled exactly like what I had been smelling, of course. I lay beside her grave in the fresh grass with all those flowers beside me and had no doubt at all.

kayleamay
10-11-2009, 04:52 AM
This time, though, I kept smelling roses and lilies everywhere that week. In totally flowerless rooms. I knew something was up. It prepared me, honestly.



I smelled lilacs for months after my mom passed. (Out of season and in flowerless locations). I always got the feeling it was her checking up on me, because the house I grew up in had giant lilac bushes and they were always my favorite as a kid. (I used to climb them and pretend to get stuck so my dad would have to come outside and rescue me, then we'd cut some lilacs and bring them to my mom.) I know that's not creepy, but your story made me think of it.
Okay, off to work for me.

bettielee
10-11-2009, 07:48 AM
My friend told me that after her grandmother died, she kept finding pennies on the floor in her room. Her grandmother had been a blues singer who never "made it" on her own as a singer and gave it up to get married and have kids - but she gave lessons in piano and singing, and of course, she sang and played the piano with her kids and grandchildren. The song they always sang while making dinner was "Pennies from Heaven."

backslashbaby
10-11-2009, 05:11 PM
Those are awesome and make me warm inside :) No, they certainly don't have to be creepy to share here, please.

I have a great friend who is Wiccan, and she likes the scary stories, but it's also a time of year where stories of the supernatural in general seem fitting ;)

Now I smell the flowers the week before any close death, btw. I don't know that I like it like that. I don't know who it'll be.

And once it was just the perfume inserts in a magazine at an office :D It makes a person paranoid, I tell you!

My oldest uncle just died on the exact day his sister, my mother, did this past week! Kind of spooky. No condolences, please - he was ill and had just had a great fresh blueberry pancake breakfast, so he's good to go :) :)

I actually have a dog-of-death spooky story! I'll come back to this thread later today :D

emilycross
10-12-2009, 05:11 PM
Oh i have another story, myself and my friends went to edinburgh (Loved it!!) and went on the haunted tour, which includes a tour of the vaults at night (alot of ghost hunters go there etc.).
We were told as we entered first room that we might smell things, which means ghosts were about, he said that in this particular room if you smelt violets or lilac, it meant that two old women spirits were about (who are nice) but if we smelt whiskey we had to let the tour guide know - as there is a violent spirit associated with the smell.
now we thought this tour would involve people jumping out at us and stuff but it was more of a historical spooky tour (it was excellent). Anyhoo we entered first room and i was overcome with smell of violets/lilacs. I didn't say it to anyone cause i thought it must have been scented candle hidden somewhere etc. as a ploy, but as tour went on - there were no more smells (and no one jumped out) etc.
That night, back at the hotel we were discussing it and i said that i thought there was candle or air freshener in the first room, but turns out no one had smelt anything in the room except me.

not scary, but funny how smells are associated with things

Wayne K
10-12-2009, 05:21 PM
I've been working on a story about a mental patient/writer, who moves to the country to write a book. It's my bio.

tlblack
10-12-2009, 11:29 PM
I've mentioned before about my Aunt's house being haunted. Most of the activity happens at night. The radio will start playing and sometimes it sounds like there are people talking. Cabinet doors will open and close by themselves; the fridge door too. She came home one day to find a large mess in the bathroom that trailed all the way through her kitchen and ended at the livingroom. There had been no one at home that day and no animals in the house. She woke up one night hearing whispering at the foot of her bed and it scared one of her dogs so much that she refused to sleep on the bed for over two months. She's had lights shining on the ceiling in her bedroom with no light source that she could find. There have been snakes in the house at odd times of the year. One night while they were watching a movie, the coffee table started to vibrate and move around the floor. One of her entry doors, that can only be locked or unlocked with a key was standing wide open in the middle of the night, and her dogs barking and running around as if frightened by something. (She is a stickler for making sure all of the doors and windows are locked) Lately when she lies down at night to read, her bedside lamp will turn off, only to turn back on when she reaches over to check it. A lot of other strange things too.

I stayed at her house while she and my Uncle took a few days away to care for her pets. When I let myself in, I could hear the television playing in the living room so I thought maybe they had left it on. She later told me that they hadn't left the TV on and guess what was playing? A movie about a haunted house. *cue twilight zone music* During the nights that I stayed there, I kept hearing bumping noises in her great room and her dogs kept running out there barking, but every time I got up to go check, there was no reason I could see for the dogs to be upset. She did finally have to put the cats outside because they would be chasing things only they could see (apparently) and making a mess out of the whole house. One of the cats (the most docile animal I've ever seen) even attacked my Uncle for no apparent reason. (at least no reason he could see... muah hahahaha lol) I think it is most interesting, but my Aunt and Uncle have been talking about selling the house just to get away from the odd happenings.

backslashbaby
10-13-2009, 12:05 AM
Oooooo, y'all :D

One reason I believe in ghosts is just because of a lot - a lot - of experiences my whole life, so I hope y'all don't mind me always having a ghost story or seven.

I lived as a young teenager in a newly constructed house cut out of Tennessee wilderness, very near a Civil War battle. We had a little lake. From the first night, I knew there were ghosts - we'd had ghosts everywhere we lived at that point. This was the first time I'd lived at the top of a staircase, and that was no fun, spook-wise. I could hear walking up the steps, see my door open, and at night or when I lay down, I could swear someone was standing over me. I could tell when he left, too. And he did that hand-on-the-shoulder thing and scared my poor sister and mother many times.

OTOH, my window overlooked the lake, and I could feel a multiple presence coming from there that seemed friendly.

After I noticed that, the walking-guy settled down more. And my shades would fly up - both at the same time - nearly every time I walked into my room. It felt like a joke, actually :D. After the shades flew up, the lake would be highlighted in a frame through those windows. My mother saw it; my friends saw it. If it were today I could easily get a cellphone video of it.

Also, the lightswitches at the top of the stairs and on my hall would turn on or off just before my fingers switched them :)

Oh, there was a lot more, both scary and funny. It'll sound strange, I know, but I've always kind of missed my soldiers at the lake since we moved. I wonder if they are still there and hope the subsequent owners got that they were good guys :)

T.T. Lyre
10-13-2009, 01:08 AM
I used to date goth girls when I was a lad. That's not the creepy story. There was this one black clad girl who had a thing for abandoned buildings. So we would break into this old mansion that used to be owned by this organization called bible speaks. They had some cult leanings. The upper floors of this place were virtually untouched so we would light tea candles and take advantage of the marble floors or the big old mahogany desk. This girl had self loathing and insomnia problems. She would be often overcome with regret in the middle of the night, steal my flashlight, and one night stand me. Carrying a tea candle was useless because of drafts on the first two floors This was before cell phones.

So I'd wake up on the third floor of this creepy mansion and have to make my way back down to the basement window which wasn't alarmed. The second, and last, time this happened at about 3 am. I was making my way across this cave dark unfinished basement towards this one window of light when I smelled toddler. You know what toddlers smell like that honey colored shampoo and candy. So this smell is really strong. and I'm thinking it's weird but whatever. I take two more steps and someone giggles in the dark and I hear these footsteps.

I flew through that basement window like superman. Rolled and took off running. Closest thing I ever had to a ghostly encounter. Happy halloween.

Xelebes
10-13-2009, 01:32 AM
In the middle of January, my family went out to a cousin's wedding in a small town in the Paintearth Badlands of Alberta. As we were leaving in the middle of the night, the thermometer was 45 below freezing. The northern lights were in full force and the Milky Way provided the backdrop as we could make out many of the constellations. As we headed down the highway, in between shallow coulees and the sublimating snow, we noticed we had no heating in the car. Only our parkas and dress clothes would provide us with the warmth until we reached Camrose, a two hour drive away.

As we drove down the highway, the chills ran deep throughout the car, making frantic calls to our parents who driving another car packed to the gills but had heating in it. Cell phone towers were nowhere near by and so we had to wait until we were near Camrose to make our call. Anyways, as we make our way to Battle River, a river named because of the battles between the Cree and the Blackfoot that raged for centuries before the fur traders came in, we head down the valley to cross the small, green truss bridge at the bottom of the valley.

On our way down, I could see, but no one else, a peculiar mist rising from the river banks. Tendrils rose from the frozen scrub on the river and rose around the car and towered three feet off the ground. My hairs are on the edge of my skin and before I could point it out to others, we climbed out of the valley and onto our way to Heisler, a small hamlet on the way which we would pass quietly.

roonil_wazlib
10-13-2009, 05:48 AM
Not as elaborate and possibly not as creepy as some of your stories, but in the house I grew up in, we have a light outside of our bathroom trained on the - now useless - hot tub. It's not motion sensor, so the only way it turns on is if you hit the switch. Around seven PM or so it will turn on out of nowhere. When we go into the bathroom, the switch has been hit but no one's used the bathroom for quite some time (we tended to use the bathrooms upstairs more than the guest bathroom).

Our doorbell would ring on its own sometimes, as well. We thought it was a short circuit, but we had it checked and everything seemed to be working fine. It could be due to weather or something, but it still freaked me out when the doorbell would ring, I would look outside as it was ringing and there would be no one there.

When I was little (maybe about eleven or so), I remember looking out of my bedroom window and every so often there would be this weird mist floating across our backyard. It wasn't the sort of mist that blankets the ground, but an upright one. It scared the bejeezus out of me at the time, but I'm sure there's some logical explanation to it. I just wish the dogs wouldn't constantly bark at our empty backyard at night :/

I do know our house was built ontop of some old mines. Hm . . . .

Susie
10-13-2009, 06:02 AM
Scary stories, guys. Well, we think our house is kinda haunted. A picture fell down for no reason, then a valance that had been up for quite awhile fell down scaring the you know what out of us. I often here voices and it's only me and Mr. Susie in the house and he's sleeping. Recently, I heard a woman and man's voice talking. Then today, Mr. Susie gave me his appt. card to call the doctor and I was about to give it back but couldn't find it. Well, we looked all over but it wasn't around. Would you believe he found it awhile after inside his shirt! That was weird. Often, things disappear that we can't find until a year later.

Death Wizard
10-13-2009, 06:12 AM
When I was a boy, I took a hot bath, scrubbed up good, and then went to bed in freshly washed sheets. I woke up in the morning filthy from head to toe. No one ever knew why.

bettielee
10-13-2009, 07:53 AM
^^maybe you were sleepwalking?

I did that once... woke up to find muddy footprints leading back inside the house, my feet caked in muck, the back door open, the screen door to the screened in porch swinging in the wind. And, I had gone to bed in nothing but a long shirt, which I knew had a habit of riding up... we lived out in the middle of nowhere, but I imagine I was a sight to anyone driving by.

herbchick
10-13-2009, 08:34 AM
My husband and I went to an old B&B. During the middle of the night the shower turned on, hubby got up and turned it off. The wine glass fell to the floor and shattered. Then in the morning, someone had unwound all of the toilet paper, just like a child would do. I wound it back up.

We went to visit friends and they asked us to stay in the next door apartment, where the mom died from old age. It was creepy and dark so we did a fire ceremony to clear the room of negative energy. During the middle of the night a bright light filled the room and two women walked in through the door. I sat up in bed and told them to get out that we were staying there and had cleared the room so they had no right. They walked right past me to the door that connected to the empty house and told me that they weren't staying, just checking out the next place they were to live. The next day our friends told us they were letting the caretaker move into the house and the apartment would stay empty. They also said they wanted us in the house with them instead of over there, they didn't feel right with us not near them.

Lastly, two deaths:

When my grandfather was dying, all of my children woke and came to get in the bed with us. The next day we found out he died at the exact time we were all awake and the kids came to our bed.

When my grandmother was dying she talked to people and would say things like, I didn't know you were already there or I haven't seen you in years or I've missed you. I never saw these people.

backslashbaby
10-13-2009, 09:28 PM
So good! Happy Halloween TT Lyre :) Yours was very ghostly and scary, I'd say!

One thing I've always found scary was what we called the Dog of Death. I don't know how our family came about the myth, but ghost dogs were seen as something you never wanted to see. They usually meant impending death, or evil. Well, not your own dog, of course, but if you were in the presence of a spirit dog you didn't know.

This is an awesome article:

http://www.mysteriousbritain.co.uk/folklore/phantom-black-dogs.html

So, one day after my grandmother had died, my dad and I were walking her property, going towards the back woods. Dad was in front of me when I heard a dog behind me bark - distinctly and loudly. I turned around and there was nothing there. Dad didn't even turn around. A chill ran through me remembering the warning of the ghost dogs.

I asked Dad if there were any good reason I should have heard a dog there; was the place associated at all with a dog? He looked at where I was standing, back to the house and back to the woods. He said, "You're standing where my father shot my dog for killing the chickens when I was a little boy."

Death Wizard
10-13-2009, 09:36 PM
^^maybe you were sleepwalking?



Yes, I'm 99 percent convinced that was it. But that 1 percent ........

backslashbaby
10-13-2009, 09:43 PM
Yes, I'm 99 percent convinced that was it. But that 1 percent ........

It's creepy regardless :D Was it mud or grass stains or what? That had to be freaky!

Xelebes
10-13-2009, 09:54 PM
There was a time that I sleepwalked. I remember the dream but what I recall of the sleepwalking is from the telling of others.

On a school field trip, we went to the old school which had dorms. It was a dorm type setup where we were going to learn about nature and all that stuff. The school was a century old.

Anyways, one night, I stood up and on my bunk bed I stood by the side of my bunkmate and started clapping, groaning. Everybody else but me woke up and watched me in horror. One of the fellows from the other side of the room approached me and I promptly kicked him before walking to the door, opening it and then switching the light on and off in the room while half my body hung out the door. I then went to my bed and waited until morning to wake up and see everybody's response.

Shail
10-13-2009, 09:57 PM
I guess the scariest story I have happened to me when I was about . . . twelve or thirteen. I used to live in this little ranch house in the suburbs, and there were two really big water maples in the front yard, both so close to the house that their branches scratched on the side of the house right outside my bedroom window. I used to have nightmares about these trees. Or, more specifically, nightmares about things climbing out of the trees and forcing their way inside my bedroom through the windows.

One night I had a bad nightmare about a dark shadow that drifted out of the trunk of the bigger tree and floated through the glass of my window, into the room. It started growling at me in this horrible, demonic way, and it lifted me out of the bed by my neck and started shaking me and choking me.

I woke up, and still felt like I was choking. I thought maybe I'd caught bronchitis or something, because I couldn't breath very well. The bedroom was very hot, like a furnace. I went to the bathroom for a drink. When I looked in the mirror I saw fingernail marks and red hand prints around my neck. I was very small for a thirteen year old, and these marks were much too big to be from my hands, and the fingers of the hand prints were pointing in the wrong direction. I slept on the couch in the living room the rest of the night. I didn't want to go back to the bedroom.

backslashbaby
10-13-2009, 10:09 PM
Shail, wow!

I used to sleepwalk, too, but only in the house with the lake. There was this huge old mirror at the bottom of the stairs to my room, and too many nights, I'd wake up seeing myself satnding in front of the mirror. The moonlight from the foyer was terribly blue in that house, and it was very freaky.

As for scaring folks with my sleeptime antics, poor Perks from here got a fright! In the middle of the night we spent at a writer's conference, I apparently let out a loud shriek at her as she got up. Then I went directly back to sleep. WTF? :ROFL:

Shail
10-13-2009, 10:16 PM
I grew to hate mirrors in that little ranch house. Our hall to the bathroom was lined with these old beer advertisement mirrors. The ones with the Coors and Budweiser logos printed on them in gold and silver paint. Like this. (http://www.buyit-sellit.com/ebay01/auc81002/76849-1.jpg)

I hated walking down that hall, because it always felt like somebody was stepping on the back of my heels. You could almost feel their breath on your neck. The spook in that ranch house was not a nice man.

backslashbaby
10-13-2009, 10:21 PM
Mirrors or candles in a haunted room can be exceedingly creepy.

aadams73
10-13-2009, 10:23 PM
How about a "ghost" photo? I took this at the Winchester Mystery house back in 2000. See the white shapes either side of the picture? There was nobody in the room. Everyone had moved on to the next room except for me. That place is seriously haunted, although not by anything bad--merely curious. By the time the tour finished, I had a crushing headache--something that always happens when I'm around that kind of activity for too long. By the time I got back to the car, I was fine.

Anyway, I don't know if it's a ghost photo or not, but those things weren't there when I took the picture.

http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n200/aadams73/ghost.jpg

aadams73
10-13-2009, 10:24 PM
Mirrors or candles in a haunted room can be exceedingly creepy.

True. I won't look at a mirror in the dark. I'm a little concerned about what I might see in there.

bettielee
10-13-2009, 10:56 PM
You know what interests me about ghosty photos? (and aadams - that is so creepy!) I should preface this by saying I am a believer in ghosts and the like. My dad was a big-time amateur photographer, and he was excellent. He must have taken thousands if not hundreds of thousands of photos back in the late 70's thru the mid 90's, and he never caught a ghost photo. His hobby was underwater and nature, with the occasional candid family photo (again, out in the wilderness, we never had a "vacation" in a hotel, we only went camping).

You could say this is because he had excellent equipment and was skilled in using it, therefore, never made whatever mistake the pundits claim are the source of all ghost photos - but - with the simplicity of the later cameras, and esp now with digital, that seems unlikely. I never even remember seeing a ubiquitous "orb" in any of his photos. (I'm not such a believer in orbs -they all look like dust to me anyway) But people get these photos, and it would seem if this was all a matter of camera malfunction, a guy that took thousands of thousands of photos ON FILM would have come up with some eventually.

Just something that interests me.

backslashbaby
10-19-2009, 03:17 AM
I love the photos! I've never had a creepy photo; my sister and I tried in a graveyard once :)

Moar stories or thoughts, please! My mind's in the land of my WIP and I've got nothing :)

Sweetleaf
10-19-2009, 03:40 AM
This is scary, but I have sleepwalked on occasion. One night I disassembled and reassembled a vacuum cleaner in my sleep.

The bad part was the next morning I found out that my friends had all been standing in the lounge pissing themselves laughing at me. :D

Off to find orb photo of Angus...

Sweetleaf
10-19-2009, 03:55 AM
Okay, for some reason this is much harder to see than it used to be. Kind of odd that it was so clear when I first downloaded it and now it's not, but you can still see the orb where my mil's hand is holding Angus.

Thing is, this was taken the first time he went to his nana's house. My hubby's dad died there (cancer) about 13 years earlier, and Angus would have been his first grandson, and his first grandchild with my mil.

Strange, this used to be so clear...
http://i612.photobucket.com/albums/tt206/overtired/angorb.jpg
There was NO dust floating around or anything, I absolutely swear.
Nothing came up on photos I took immediately before and after.

And I managed to resize this, but it's STILL not working for me, dammit!

backslashbaby
10-19-2009, 04:12 AM
You can see it! That is so cool!

Tepelus
10-19-2009, 04:23 AM
I guess I have a photo related tale to tell. An ex of mine's mother showed me a photograph of some family members, they were all men and standing, just posing to have their picture taken. Behind them stood her father. Her father had been dead a few years before that picture was taken. I don't know how true the story is, the whole family was a bit of their rockers, but I see no reason for her to have made it up.

Tepelus
10-19-2009, 04:30 AM
Oh, and I had a friend who lived in a funeral home. The upstairs was her family's living quarters, the downstairs, except the kitchen, was the funeral parlor. Often times me and other friends of ours would stay the night with dead bodies just down stairs, of course in a locked room. A section of their huge garage was made into the area where her step-dad embalmed the bodies. We weren't allowed to go into the garage, and quite frankly never felt the desire to go in it.

spamwarrior
10-19-2009, 05:11 AM
I like reading all the stories in this thread.

I think I'm a little spooked right now though. Go on, tell more...

Regan Leigh
10-19-2009, 05:21 AM
I lived as a young teenager in a newly constructed house cut out of Tennessee wilderness, very near a Civil War battle. We had a little lake. From the first night, I knew there were ghosts - we'd had ghosts everywhere we lived at that point.

I wasn't going to type up my experiences until I saw this. :) Now I think I should. Be warned. It's a lot. :)

Our first year married, my husband and I lived on a ridge that was famous for a civil war battle. It was a big old converted brick home, separated into 13 apartments. It had 12 foot ceilings and arched doorways. I loved that place. Everyone had a balcony with an amazing view. The balconies partially met each other with an iron railing.

Anyway, the first day we moved in, I got locked out on the balcony. Which is strange because I was locked out by a dead bolt and no one else was in the apartment. There were two deep windows that faced the balcony, but they were locked, too. That's how I met our neighbor, Heather. I yelled to see if someone was home, and she helped me over the railing and back into the building through her place. She said things like that happened there. That's all she'd say about it for weeks.

Within the week, we realized that whenever everyone in the apartment hung out on the balcony, the deadbolt mysteriously turned itself. Needless to say, those windows were always left unlocked. It became second nature to crawl through them. (It wasn't an old lock, btw.)

Then, we both started having strange dreams. My husband, prone to weird sleep habits anyway, was worse. I'd wake up to him sitting straight up staring at me while he was still asleep, etc... I woke up in the first month to a woman screaming for help. I almost cried, sending my husband to Heather's to check on her, but she was fine and hadn't made a sound.

So, I felt weird when alone there, but nothing too scary. But more than once I'd hear footsteps walking up to me on the hardwood floors and I'd ask hubby a question. When he wouldn't answer, I'd find that he had been in another room and no where near me.
One time I was in the kitchen at one end, which was a long narrow galley kitchen, and I heard hubby approaching. (Floors creaking, a presence behind me.) I asked him something and he didn't respond. I looked back, saw nothing, and then heard a knock. I crept to the edge of the kitchen doorway and peeked out to see my husband knocking on the balcony door. He'd been locked out and he was laughing cause he thought I was messing with him. He saw my face and then stopped laughing. :) I refused to walk through the apartment, so he had to crawl in the window. :)

Regan Leigh
10-19-2009, 05:25 AM
Oh, and I forgot the BEST. It was night and our apartment windows faced the city so the windows were dark, but reflective where I could see our apartment behind me. I was ironing in the living room and AGAIN heard someone approach. But this time I saw my hubby behind me in the window reflection. He didn't respond, I turned around and no one was there. Hubby yelled from bathroom, "Did you call me?" I said, "Get the hell out here, please."

The neighbors all had stories. One person always got locked out of their front door when it was left unlocked, some people had items moved around and thrown about the apartment, and one couple had cabinet doors being opened while no one was home.

Cybernaught
10-19-2009, 05:34 AM
This isn't creepy, just odd.

The night of senior prom I went to pick my date up. I'd never met her mother before, but she greeted me warmly, took me to the side and said, matter-of-factly, "Jesus came to me in a dream last night and he told me to give you $75. You can do whatever you want with it, but one day you are going to have a lot of wealth and fame and you need to pay that back somehow."

I refused, of course, found whatever silly excuse I could to not accept this generous gift from a stranger. But she was adamant in her stance and insisted I have it.

Afterword, I didn't think much of it, just went to the prom, danced like a madman and had a good time. The next day I came home and found that my mother, who had been having financial problems in light of being a single parent and full-time college student, owed about $75 more on the rent, which she didn't have. Can't tell you what went through my mind at that point, but I gave my mother the only $75 in my wallet and said, "Funny story about this..."

I still think about this a lot, although I admit to never being a spiritual or religious person. Maybe this was just an insanely freak cooincidence? I keep in contact with my prom date and her mother always asks about me, and I can't help but remind her about that time her mother randomly gave me $75...

Melisande
10-19-2009, 07:52 AM
This is not fiction. The following is something I experienced. It might have been imagination, this long afterwords I actually tend to believe it was. Sorry, but it's rather a long story.

Many, many years ago, I rented an apartement in Sweden. A remodeled attic in one of those gorgeous old apartement buildings in the center of Stockholm City proper. My view through the dormer windows were other rooftops and chimneys. Though the interior was brand new, the feel was old, especially the massive beams holding up the roof that had been left partially exposed. There was an elevator, but to get to my loft I had to climb the last set of stone stairs, worn smooth through the ages.

This was during a time I was exploring astrology, Tarot cards and witchcraft. I had also become a mother not 2 years before. My son's father and I shared responsibility for my son then, and he stayed with me every other week.

I loved the place! New friends came into my life, and the weeks when my son was with me I brought him on long searches for 'antiques' (read flea market finds) and other fun stuff. My life felt complete.

One of my new friends had recommended a certain book store where I could purchase a used Tarot card deck. New decks were expensive and I was greatful for the tip. I found a deck that was both beautiful and felt amazingly powerful. The process of getting to know and understand these cards was harder than I had expected, and I often turned to this friend to ask advice.

He recommended I buy a certain book which I did, and I was soon completely engrossed in this new and amazing world of cards. Many a night I stayed up late to learn more. At first I didn't really reflect about the noise outside the windows. It was there, and if I ever thought about it, I guess I wrote it off as pidgeons or something.

After a couple of weeks, though, I thought a saw weird reflections of light right after, or during the time I heard the noise. Well, it was late november, and I assumed that maybe it was reflections of Christmas lights being put up all over town, and besides it only happened when I was alone (I never studied the cards with my son in the house). But I had started to feel more and more uncomfortable, and they joy over the apartement started to fade.

I decided to become more aware, and as soon as my son's father had picked him up for the week, I made myself ready. Brought out the cards and the book, sat down on my usual spot on the floor and lit the ususal amount of candles I always thought I needed. Soon enough I started to hear the noises again and without really lifting me head I looked to the windows; and there it was - a perfect ghost. Greyish and diffuse but with an inner dimmed light.

I almost died! I don't even believe in ghosts! But it looked real enough and I was too scared to even move an inch. The vague, but oddly distinct appearence, faded and was gone within seconds I guess, but it felt more like long minutes to me, and I could breath again. That night I slept with the door locked to my bedroom, if you can call breathless awareness sleep.

I repeted this several nights, and this odd dim figure came back every night. So I got used to it and my fear dissipated. I relaxed and decided that it most likely was I mind-ghost if there is such a word. Something I myself had created. Happy about this I ignored both noise and apparition.

My life went back to normal. Christmas came and went, as did New Year and suddenly it was the end of January. My son was at his father's again and I thought that I had picked up enough insight into the cards during the last weeks that I could try a spread. After all, the interpretation is also in the combinations of the cards. My spot on the floor was once again utilized, the candles lit and I had also moved up to a wee bit of incense. Daring, I know!

The now familiar noise didn't bother me anymore. The apparition had almost become a friendly visitor and I felt perfectly comfortable with both. I was almost waiting for it. Until the voice hit me like a sledgehammer! It was gruesome! This time fear would not be a strong enough word to describe my feelings. I was beyond fear, angst or being scared. I was paralyzed! The voice spoke something, I don't know what. It was short, but left an echo in my brain. To this day I can recall it.

After it got quiet, I decided that I ought to skip the whole Tarot thingy, and let action propmtly follow thought. Safely back in the silk cover I tucked them away. The next day I gave the book to the friend that had recommended me to buy it. For some reason, don't ask me why, I kept the cards, but I knew that I would never touch them again.

Friday came, and I picked up my son. I will never forget it, because it was one of those perfect winter days with the sky so high and light as you can only see it when it's very cold, and the sun glistening in the snow. We played in the park, took a warming bath together and ate something nice. My son had his own room, but I was so happy too see him and we had had such a perfect day that I decided we sleep together.

I fell asleep with that wonderful smell of toddler in my nose, and the warmth of love around me. I don't know the time, but it was late night when that absolutely horrid voice woke me up. I know that it wasn't a dream, because I opened my eyes and there was the full moon shining through the window. My son was sitting straight up, his eyes watching me closely and his lips moved in absolute synchronizing with the voice in my head. I tried to sit up but my body felt bound to the bed. I think I screamed and suddenly the spell was gone.

My son was still sitting upright, but now his eyes were closed and I could move again. I sat the rest of the night with him in my arms. The next day I went to the bookstore where I had purchased the used deck of cards and asked them to take them back. Very sourly I was informed that they couldn't refund me anything and I very frankly told her that I was willing to PAY to be rid of them. The store finally, but suspiciously, accepted to take the deck back.

I neither heard the noise, saw the apparition nor heard that ghastly voice again.

I left the apartement, my son went to live with his father permanently (which was a joint decision made long before this occured) and my life took new and different turns. Eventually I bought a brand new deck of cards, got acquainted with it and still use it on occasion, having never had any kind of similar experience since.

backslashbaby
10-19-2009, 08:23 PM
These are so good! Soooo good, y'all; wow.

Melisande, your story is fascinating and why I won't mess with anything considered occult, myself [highschool friends playing occult sleepover games, especially]. I have a few stories that relate. I'm leaving out the scariest stories so far. There are very few people I tell those to... mostly because they are so incredible sounding!

I'll tell my Voodoo one today, though. It ties into Cybernaught's through money, but in a creepy way...

Sweetleaf
10-19-2009, 10:36 PM
Friends and I held a seance once (as uneducated teenagers - of course, they're the only ones that ever do).
Well we lit a couple of candles and turned the lights off and began.

The glass started moving, but nothing was making sense. Then my friend asked if it was too dark and they couldn't see.

The glass said yes.

Funniest seance I've been to. That ghost was a crack up. :D

backslashbaby
10-19-2009, 10:44 PM
:D :D :D

A have a little one that struck me as funny. My Ex and I were going to the bedroom to sleep, and the radio alarm clock started blasting some religious station, which would've meant a change of a dial or button. We said Okey Dokey and unplugged it. It didn't stop. No battery in it.... hmmm. Exactly how do you get a haunted radio to shut up?

We wrapped it in towels. It shut up eventually. He believes in strange stuff now, too, btw :)

Sweetleaf
10-19-2009, 11:14 PM
Wow. That's weird.

amlptj
10-19-2009, 11:32 PM
Ive told this story somewhere in another thread before but i'll tell it again

When i was about 9 my aunt bought me a beautiful porcelain irish doll. Well i was terrified of it. When i was home alone i would carry a large knife with me incase the doll would try and attack me. It always rested on a table right at the bottom of my steps and at night if i had to go to the bathroom i was too afraid to go because i was scared that i would glance down the steps on my way and find the doll was either not there or staring back up at me.

Anyway my mom found out that i was scared to death of the doll and locked it away in the basement.

Fast forward to the age of 16. My mom found the doll in the basement while searching for something or other, and the next morning i wake up to take a shower, pull open the shower curtian and there standing at the base of the tub is that damn doll with a large knife at its feet. I FREAKED out when i saw it. And there stood my mom in the other room laughing her butt off... So that was probably the scariest moment of my life.

emilycross
10-19-2009, 11:47 PM
Ive told this story somewhere in another thread before but i'll tell it again

When i was about 9 my aunt bought me a beautiful porcelain irish doll. Well i was terrified of it. When i was home alone i would carry a large knife with me incase the doll would try and attack me. It always rested on a table right at the bottom of my steps and at night if i had to go to the bathroom i was too afraid to go because i was scared that i would glance down the steps on my way and find the doll was either not there or staring back up at me.

Anyway my mom found out that i was scared to death of the doll and locked it away in the basement.

Fast forward to the age of 16. My mom found the doll in the basement while searching for something or other, and the next morning i wake up to take a shower, pull open the shower curtian and there standing at the base of the tub is that damn doll with a large knife at its feet. I FREAKED out when i saw it. And there stood my mom in the other room laughing her butt off... So that was probably the scariest moment of my life.


As someone who is absolutely terrified of dolls, i totally sympathise. When i was five, i used to get so upset going by the local video store (which had a giant chucky poster) that my mam actually went inside to ask them to take it down! *shudder* - i still can't look at those yokes lol

Sweetleaf
10-19-2009, 11:51 PM
I would NEVER forgive my mother if she did that. (Opps, cross post! reference to amlptj's post)

I used to live with a friend of mine and her daughter, who had one of these bathtime cabbage patch dolls. Well the doll had gone all mouldy on the inside, and I made the mistake of commenting that it looked dead and creeped me out.

Well every time I went to the bathroom that night the doll had inched closer and closer to the toilet, and every time I came back out my friends were cracking up. They thought it was funny as hell. That doll still creeps me out though. I'm so glad I had boys and have no dolls in the house.

emilycross
10-19-2009, 11:56 PM
no dolls in the house.

Never fear - this is why My Little Ponies were invented!!! ;)

Mela
10-20-2009, 12:38 AM
Well, this isn't exactly creepy as much as it is clairvoyant, perhaps, but it does creep me out a little. In the beginning it got me angry - now I don't know how to feel about it.

Bored as a newspaper reporter in my last newspaper job I'd drum up interesting stories to work on just to feel I was alive. Like I had a team of feng shui experts come in and feng shui our part of the newsroom and I wrote about it - that kind of thing. So the beginning of the year I suggested I visit a psychic to get the low down on what we could all look forward to in the coming months. And this psychic pulled out her entire arsenal for me.
Said she could speak with the dead.
At one point started asking me, Who's Jack? Who's Bill? And then: Who's Jean?
Well Jean happens to be the person who mentored me as a writer and died of a brain tumor in 1991. She was a real mother figure to me. I was unimpressed with Bill and Jack. She had me at Jean.

And then the psychic told me a few things about Jean in the afterlife and how she's still protecting me and looking after me, etc.

So on the drive home I got really mad, like this woman had done some research to try and impress me. And then a friend said, You probably said Jean's name or referred to her.

Did not. Frankly, I didn't know I was going to be communicating, via third party, to the dead. I didn't hint of Jean, speak her name, think of her - nada.

So was it Jean? I question it to this day but I like to think so.

bettielee
10-20-2009, 01:18 AM
Was there more to it than the name? Did she tell you things that pertained to Jean only, or did she hit on the name and ring a bell and then start rambling about the afterlife, and not tell you things that went with Jean's name? They say a lot of the times, the charletains just go with names that start with popular letters, etc, until they latch onto something and they run with it.

Kaiser-Kun
10-20-2009, 01:29 AM
I had an experience last year. I was trapped in the horrible traffic of my hometown, and started a complain letter to a newspaper. I specifically recall the last line: The current administration has managed to turn the traffic from terrible to impossible.

I never sent the letter, or even talked about it with anyone. A week later, I opened the newspaper, and when I saw the letters sections...

There was it. Word by freaking word. With another name. By a woman of a very distant neighborhood.

Sweetleaf
10-20-2009, 01:46 AM
You weren't stuck next to a truck, were you?

My hubby's a truck driver and believe me, you can see everything from up there. EVERYTHING. Everyone remember that next time you're in traffic.
The stories he has...

bettielee
10-20-2009, 02:29 AM
I had an experience last year. I was trapped in the horrible traffic of my hometown, and started a complain letter to a newspaper. I specifically recall the last line: The current administration has managed to turn the traffic from terrible to impossible.

I never sent the letter, or even talked about it with anyone. A week later, I opened the newspaper, and when I saw the letters sections...

There was it. it was there! - sorry, I beta him even when we are online Word by freaking word. With another name. By a woman of a very distant neighborhood.

You must find this woman and marry her. You will have children gifted with the 2nd sight, and very tall grandchildren.

Sweetleaf
10-20-2009, 02:36 AM
Magic Fairy Bettielee has spoken. :D

bettielee
10-20-2009, 03:06 AM
Indeed.

Kaiser-Kun
10-20-2009, 07:10 AM
You weren't stuck next to a truck, were you?

My hubby's a truck driver and believe me, you can see everything from up there. EVERYTHING. Everyone remember that next time you're in traffic.
The stories he has...

Oh no... the point is, I never wrote the damn thing, just thought about it. I'd pass it as a coincidence if it weren't so sure it was the very same thing I was thinking.


You will have children gifted with the 2nd sight.

And with my genes, their 2nd sight will include 10 myopia.

amlptj
10-21-2009, 01:32 AM
ok, so i thought of another scary moment in my life once again brought on by a prank my mom played on me...

So when i was 12 my mom and i rented the movie "The Ring". I was scared out of my mind! So when the movie ended my mom told me "Hey why dont you watch the movie the girl made?" (it was a bonus option on the disk) I said no but she insisted then put it on. I sat though the minute long video of odd images then as soon as it ended the phone rang!
I was hysterical. Crying my eyes out and all. My mom said "Honey its probably only your grandmom calling dont be silly, pick up the phone."
So i did..... Next i hear "You will die in seven days!" I FREAKED out screaming and crying in the fetal position. Then my mom started laughing and pulled out her cell phone which i didnt notice she had with her in the dark. Second scariest moment of my life.

BenPanced
10-21-2009, 05:33 AM
The scariest thing in the world would be if all the air in the world TURNED TO WOOD!!!

No, no, the scariest thing in the world would be if you went to grab something and it wasn't there. BECAUSE IT TURNED TO WOOD!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkGVhmw7x9Q

Actually, the scariest thing in the world was when I'd gotten the same Tarot reading about three months apart from two different people.

backslashbaby
10-21-2009, 05:34 AM
^^^ LOL! Funny mom :D

I had two friends and we were all close. One friend called me as I was watching a scary movie that involved a caller or stalker or something. She said the other friend was watching it, too. Hee hee hee.

Your mom and I have a lot in common ;)

backslashbaby
10-21-2009, 05:35 AM
Oooo, psychic crosspost, Ben! :D

Sweetleaf
10-21-2009, 08:01 AM
ok, so i thought of another scary moment in my life once again brought on by a prank my mom played on me...

So when i was 12 my mom and i rented the movie "The Ring". I was scared out of my mind! So when the movie ended my mom told me "Hey why dont you watch the movie the girl made?" (it was a bonus option on the disk) I said no but she insisted then put it on. I sat though the minute long video of odd images then as soon as it ended the phone rang!
I was hysterical. Crying my eyes out and all. My mom said "Honey its probably only your grandmom calling dont be silly, pick up the phone."
So i did..... Next i hear "You will die in seven days!" I FREAKED out screaming and crying in the fetal position. Then my mom started laughing and pulled out her cell phone which i didnt notice she had with her in the dark. Second scariest moment of my life.

Okay, I'm really starting to not like your mom. ;)
To me, pranks like this are in no way funny. Not at all.

I get really angry with people who do things like this.

When I was a child I was scared of crabs so my grandmother chased me down the beach with one.

I never forgave her for it, not even on her deathbed.

bettielee
10-21-2009, 10:09 AM
**note to self: do not scare Overtired**

I'm also creeped out by dolls. I think the first scary movie my irresponsible mother let me watch (I had to be younger than 6) was one of those serial scary shows. It was an episode with a doll that came to life and hacked at its "owners" ankles with a knife. I wouldn't walk near the furniture that had space under it (in other words, with enough dolly hiding space) I would RUN!

I also used to be very nice to my dollies. I would make sure they were comfortably seated and covered with blankies at night. Because I was afraid they would come to life and try to kill me in my sleep.

Kaiser-Kun
10-21-2009, 08:20 PM
The scariest thing in the world would be if all the air in the world TURNED TO WOOD!!!

No, no, the scariest thing in the world would be if you went to grab something and it wasn't there. BECAUSE IT TURNED TO WOOD!!!

No... the scariest thing in the world would be if THEY GAVE FELIX THE CAT ANOTHER TV SHOW.

http://www.members.shaw.ca/kcic1/gifs/felixhead.gif

amlptj
10-23-2009, 06:36 AM
**note to self: do not scare Overtired**

I'm also creeped out by dolls. I think the first scary movie my irresponsible mother let me watch (I had to be younger than 6) was one of those serial scary shows. It was an episode with a doll that came to life and hacked at its "owners" ankles with a knife. I wouldn't walk near the furniture that had space under it (in other words, with enough dolly hiding space) I would RUN!

I also used to be very nice to my dollies. I would make sure they were comfortably seated and covered with blankies at night. Because I was afraid they would come to life and try to kill me in my sleep.

I would do the same thing to my dolls for the same reason. HAHAHA I watched my first horror movie at the age of 2 or 3, i dont think my mom realized i was watching it, i think she thought i was just playing with my toys, but the movie was about a doll that would kill people and say "oops a dasiy" afterwards.... I was screwed up early as a child by horror movies, maybe that's why when i was little i would draw cemetries instead of puppies and flowers.

backslashbaby
10-23-2009, 07:02 AM
:) I'd turn mine around to face the wall. They were terrifying at night. I think the dolls were the worst, yes.


I've had a migraine, but I'll tell the Voodoo one I said I'd do.

Let's see, my friend and I were about 17 when we visited New Orleans together. Somewhere near the French Quarter, you start seeing little Voodoo shops in what looked like a more residential area. We wanted to find a 'real' one, so we wandered and wandered. I don't recall what made us know we'd found a real one, but it was small and had a curtain at the back. Behind the curtain was blood-curdling screaming and a language we didn't understand. A ritual! We were well pleased.

My friend bought a candle for the scent, not the spell, and I was afraid to try anything. But at the counter was a whicker basket with little cloth bags on strings. There were two signs: Free - Love, and Free - Money. The cashier saw me eyeing them and said I must take one. I took Money. She said she had no doubt I'd be brought money if I wore it.

Back at the hotel, I ordered room service. The waitor gave me back twice the money I gave him in change, something like an extra $18 cash. It was a bizarre mistake. I made him take the extra back. I went down to the cigarette machine later that night, and 16 quarters came out with two packs of cigarettes. I wanted to leave the extra there, but my friend took it with her.

I took off the charm and hid it in my luggage. When I got home, I told my family about the odd happenings. I put the charm in a drawer for souvenirs and forgot about it.

That winter, on a very icy night, my sister's fiance was called to work driving deliveries. They had been having money troubles, and unbeknownst to me, my sister took the money charm. It was the kind of night no fool would drive in, but he'd be fired if he didn't. My sister gave him the charm to wear for good luck.

He nearly died that night on the ice. His arm was torn most of the way off at the shoulder, and he looked like a monster after they pinned and sewed and stapled him back together.

He won a lot of money from work for the accident.

Tepelus
10-23-2009, 07:13 AM
What a rotten way to get a lot of money, though.

bettielee
10-23-2009, 11:18 AM
Reminds me of the monkey's paw...

spamwarrior
10-23-2009, 06:17 PM
Oh gosh.

Kaiser-Kun
10-23-2009, 07:38 PM
Yikes, that sound like effective charms. I wonder what would've happened if you took the Love charm?

I tend to see all the supernatural things as part of another dimension, which sometimes crosses with ours. That's why people who are able to see into the other side scare me: What if the barrier breaks down?

Tepelus
10-23-2009, 08:32 PM
Ghosts will run amok.

BenPanced
10-23-2009, 09:48 PM
Ghosts will run amok.
:e2bouncey:e2bouncey:e2bouncey:e2bouncey:e2bouncey

backslashbaby
10-23-2009, 11:36 PM
^^^ LOL!!

It was like The Monkey's Paw. We were only looking for whether it 'worked' or not, so IRL it was hard to see coming. I felt very strange about it working at all, though... I think most cultures have 'rules' against gaining things too easily. I do wonder what Love would have done!! I also wonder whether it was supposed to be a trick; was it free and encouraged because there was some sort of Voodoo gain by duping folks to hurt themselves with your charm?

I'll leave the Voodoo far away from now on. New Orleans is for beignets and good coffee for me :)

amlptj
10-25-2009, 05:57 AM
so i went home today and my mom reminded me of another scary moment of mine.

Back story: I live with my mom and grandmom and earlier that day me and my mom were in my grandmom's room trying to fixing it up to suprise her for when she came home.

So me and my mom were finished and we were downstairs in our living room watching TV when we hear the tv upstairs go on! No one but ourselves were home and i have no pets. So my mom tell me to turn it off. I go upstairs and do so. I set back down and and 10 minutes later it goes back on! louder then it was before!. I freak out and tell my mom to turn it off this time... She does and she comes back down stairs, as soon as she sits down there it goes on again! We both go upstairs this time and turn it off then sit there on my grandmoms bed as we wait to see if it comes back on...

It did. So we unplug the tv and it stopped. Now i'm not the type that believes in the paranormal so i start looking around for an explanation. Turns out the buttons were wet, and the i remembered earlier that day i had spilled a little water on the tv...

bettielee
10-25-2009, 07:55 AM
My dad saw a ghost in a Jamestown hotel. It's over 160 years old, and they hear ghost stories all the time. I totally believe him, because the man is an amazing story teller, and never gives up the opportunity to tell one. However, he has never told me a ghost story.

He and my mom had just laid down to sleep and he couldn't fall asleep. All of a sudden, he sees a mist come out of the wall, hover, and go back into the wall on the opposite side. I got to go see the room he saw it in a while later. I was excited.

It's a amazing old buildling.

http://jamestownhotel.com/room_pages/r-nellie_cashman.htm

Kaiser-Kun
10-25-2009, 08:30 AM
My dad saw a ghost in a Jamestown hotel. It's over 160 years old, and they hear ghost stories all the time. I totally believe him, because the man is an amazing story teller, and never gives up the opportunity to tell one. However, he has never told me a ghost story.

He and my mom had just laid down to sleep and he couldn't fall asleep. All of a sudden, he sees a mist come out of the wall, hover, and go back into the wall on the opposite side. I got to go see the room he saw it in a while later. I was excited.

It's a amazing old buildling.

http://jamestownhotel.com/room_pages/r-nellie_cashman.htm

Is that a dwarf in the circular painting near the corner...? Oh wait.. it's a mirror...?