Creepiest thing you ever experienced?

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I finish work at midnight, and have to walk home past a massive old creepy mansion that was formally the home of mass murderer Martin Bryant. Normally I don't even think about it, I've been walking along that street all my life, and the guy's in prison for 1035 years. But one night a few months ago there was an abnormally thick fog, I couldn't see ten metres in front of me. It was also completely silent, normally there are a couple of taxis or cops driving around but on this night there was absolutely nothing. Nothing happened, but it was creeepy as shit.

Bonus story: I can't remember where I read this, but apparently the above mentioned mass-murderer had considered my primary school as a place to do his shooting before settling on Port Arthur. I was six years old at the time.
 
I asked him multiple times if he did, he completely denies it. I hope it is a joke and he is just trying to fuck with me. Man that night, we just stared at it in silence. He didn't want to go home, so he slept over haha.

I slept with the light on for weeks haha. I am not dead yet and nothing weird has happen since then, So I think I am good for now.

You dont need to worry cause he did photoshop that.

I don't think you want to believe that its more likely you have seen a phenomenon that noone has ever recorded, than just the fact that your friend is awesomely creepy and simply did this. :)
 
Good thread,

When I was 12, my room was in my parents basement. My brother, sister and mom and dad had rooms upstairs, it was just me and the creepy furnace downstairs. My bed faced toward an egress window that faced my parents back yard.

One night, very late, I woke from a deep sleep, feeling that I was being watched. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a floating pair of eyes, staring at me from across the basement. I was immediately struck by terror and confusion, whose eyes were these, what is happening, do I yell for help? I just laid in bed and stared back into those yellow orbs. As my eyes adjusted, I saw movement and realized it was a random black cat staring at me while I slept, creeped the fuck out of me. Never saw the cat before or since. This was about 18 years ago and it still gives me the creeps.
 
I wonder if making up a story like that is... banworthy?

It should be. Whether these stories are real abnormal events or just figments of a poster's imagination. I think most people reading this thread don't expect straight up lies to be told.
 
Same here. It seemed to happen to me all at once and (hopefully) won't happen again. I saw a figure (almost Frankenstein's monster-like) slowly walking right next to my bed towards me. I've never been as scared in my whole life. My bedroom was dark but I could make that large male figure out. It honestly felt as real as being wide awake.

Ha, the figure I saw as a kid looked like that to me too, but didn't want to call it "frankensteinish" when I originally posted in the thread.
 
Your brain played tricks on you. Then you told your wife the story. Her brain played tricks on her.

I have had several "creepy" encounters in my life. This is the only one I can't just explain away.
Sure, hearing "Mi hijo" in my ear could have just been from my dream as I was waking, but my mind certainly didn't unplug both lamps in the upstairs bedroom.

Other "creepy" experiences that could be explained that I've encountered:

1.One summer when I was around 10 or 12 years old my friend and I decide to mess around with Ouija board in the basement of my house.
We ask some silly questions, both of us are obviously moving the pointer where we want it to go.
So eventually we're like "If there is someone here, please give us a sign." No sooner than we get the words out of our mouths then the damn furnace starts rumbling and fires up. Middle of the summer remember.
Lets just say Ouija fun time was over after that shit!

2. Non supernatural creepy story.
I'm at a pretty packed bar drinking the night away when some dude a few feet away makes eye contact with me and gives me that "Hey I gotta ask you something" look.
I'm thinking maybe he knows me and just don't recognize the face (I'm awful with putting names to faces) so I walk over and as he leans in to say something he staight up grabs my package and walks away. I'm talking full on, whole hand cupping my business.

I stood there stunned for what felt like an hour. So after my brain fully grasps what just happened, I start to head over to the guy to inflict some type of bodily harm. A very nice young lady sees this and puts her hand on my chest and tells me it was a joke, she dared him to do it so please don't do anything.

I'm 6'4 255lbs, she said she just picked out the biggest guy in the bar and said "You wont grab that guys balls" Never thinking he actually would. Well, he actually did!

I gotta give the guy credit, the shit you do for hot women, right!
 
There was a really foggy night and I wanted to take some cool moody foggy pictures. So I grabbed a tripod and camera to head out to snap a few long exposures.

So I took about 10 photographs and when I came home and I discovered something was in one of the images. It was some sort of figure in the middle of the road. The weird thing is that, this was a long exposure, about 8 secs. So this person or thing must have stood there completely still, staring at me for that amount of time and then disappeared.

I don't really believe it myself, I mean a friend was on my computer for a while, so he might had altered the image somehow. My memory card also failed shortly after..

I didn't see shit so I zoomed in...YIKES
 
There was a really foggy night and I wanted to take some cool moody foggy pictures. So I grabbed a tripod and camera to head out to snap a few long exposures.

So I took about 10 photographs and when I came home and I discovered something was in one of the images. It was some sort of figure in the middle of the road. The weird thing is that, this was a long exposure, about 8 secs. So this person or thing must have stood there completely still, staring at me for that amount of time and then disappeared.

I don't really believe it myself, I mean a friend was on my computer for a while, so he might had altered the image somehow. My memory card also failed shortly after..

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When I was a child I lived in a small rural town called Montelibano. My father worked for Cerromatoso, which is a big nickel exploration company here in Colombia. We lived in one of two small citadels specifically made for all engineers working in the company, one was called Paimaná, which is were I lived and the other was called Tacasaluma. I had a lot of friends there, so once or twice a week I'd take my bike and cross over to the other citadel.

Between the two there was a small road that went through a forest crawling with iguanas, aptly called "Iguana Forest." It was not uncommon to see them on the side of the road, along with other animals, such as sloths, hanging around in the trees. Sometimes they'd get territorial, and although they never tried to bite anyone (as far as I know), they did lash at passerbys with their tails. This was a rare occurrence however, and they were mostly happy with just staying off the road.

Montelibano is part of the coastal region of Colombia. People here in the coast are a bit superstitious, so there's a fair share of stories about ghosts, spirits and animas. The forest of course, being pretty dense with trees always had its own tales of sightings and the like. I, however, never actually experienced anything out of the ordinary while living there, except once.

When I was around eight I was in my bike traveling from Tacasaluma back home after playing some X-Men on NES with some friends. It was around six in the afternoon, with a bright dusk in the horizon. The road back through the forest went through a small valley so I could see the sky was already going orange, but the road ahead was a bit dark, specially inside the forest. I wasn't really paying much attention to what happened around me, since I was never actually scared of the animals around, and was only focused on the road, when a small light caught my attention.

Beside the road, around twenty feet away, there was a bright light on the trunk of a tree, around ten feet from the ground. First I thought it was a street lamp, but it was quite far away from the road. Since I have myopathy, I see a halo around every artificial light too, but this one was different, since the halo seemed to form sort of a donut shape around the light instead of just coming out of it. I stopped my bike and tried to make sense of what I was looking at, when I started hearing a laughter coming from the same direction. It was a long time ago but I still remember it sent shivers down my spine.

My eyes, completely fixed on the light, now started to make a shape out of the halo, as if I were looking at a mask carved into the tree. The mask had an enormous grin, but remained stationary, while the laughter kept getting stronger. As the noise became deafining, a sharp pain appeared in my chest. It was a pain unlike I had ever felt in my life, not ever being in a specific spot, as if my own soul was more and more in pain. Many years later, I can only equate it to the pain of bad heartbreak, as when a beloved one from many years finally leaves forever. First completely paralyzed from a confusing emotion, fear overcame me and I took the bike and ran. I pedalled as I had never in my life, and didn't stop until I got home.

I don't remember much from that time. I didn't actually remember that had ever happened. One night many years ago I had a dream about a mask carved into a tree, the mask looking at me, laughing at a secret about me that I ignored. When I woke up, I remembered suddenly about the night I saw it on the way home. I have never dreamed with it again, but everytime I've felt heartbroken, I remember the mask, and I remember the laugh. And everytime I wonder if this is the heartbreak the mask was laughing about.
 
I constantly had sleep paralysis when I was in highschool. The one that pops out to me the most is when I got it while I had the blankets over me because I left the window open and I was cold. I couldn't move or talk but I was like w.e it'll pass eventually. (It happen to me so many times it wasn't a big deal at all) My mom came in the room and kissed my head and closed my window and left me, I was able to move a couple minutes after that and went to sleep. The next morning I told my mom thanks for closing the window and she told me she never went in my room last night. I asked the rest of my family and they all said the same thing. No one went in my room last night.
It always sketches me out when I think about it.
 
When I was in elementary school I had this glow in the dark skull from scooby-doo. One night while I was laying in bed I looked at the skull and it started swaying back and forth through and started to get closer. Immediately said nope and went under the covers.
 
One night I was lying in bed, drifting off to sleep, but it was difficult because I felt uneasy. I was facing the window in my bedroom, but I felt a tremendous urge to turn over and face the other direction. I did that and across from me was my bedroom door, and at night there were always shadows and light on that door because of the light coming in through my window. I started drifting off, then opened my eyes. In the doorway across from me I could see this dark figure. It was in the shape of a human, maybe about my height (5 feet 10) or thereabouts. It just stood there in the doorway. Immediately I thought it was just a weird shadow on the door from the light coming in from outside. Then it moved and stood in a different spot. All of a sudden I felt like there was a presence there. My breath got short, and I felt I was in the presence of something. My breath began to catch in my throat. I felt like I couldn't breathe for a few seconds, it was all I could do to start breathing somewhat normally. The presence was still there, palpable. And it felt evil. I don't know how else to describe it. I fell asleep at some point, and the next day my grandma, who slept in the next room, asked me if I was okay the night before. "I could hear you breathing really hard, like you were trying to catch your breath" she said, "I thought you were having a really bad dream." I remember thinking that I hoped it was just a dream. A couple of weeks later, my sister-in-law, who lived in the house with my brother, grandma and me, asked me, "Have you ever experienced anything weird in this house?" I said, "What do you mean?" She told me that one night she was in the kitchen and she turned and looked at the back door. There was a shadow figure standing there. Her description was very similar to what I had seen, and it creeped her out. She had other stories from growing up that were freaky as hell, so I thought that if that freaked her out there was something going on. I get chills just thinking about it now.
 

Sorry to dissapoint you, but this image seems not altered in any way.
Mainly not in the place the "ghost" is standing.

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I don't think anyone cares. Most of us are here for a good sleepytime ghost story for an uneasy evening.

Yes, the veracity of the story was questionable after the point when he said his friend was looking at it for a while, but it's an awesome pic in what is sort of the Creepy Story OT which is in the spirit of the upcoming fall season.

If anything, knowing this is fake, someone should work this into an awesome story.
 
One night I was lying in bed, drifting off to sleep, but it was difficult because I felt uneasy. I was facing the window in my bedroom, but I felt a tremendous urge to turn over and face the other direction. I did that and across from me was my bedroom door, and at night there were always shadows and light on that door because of the light coming in through my window. I started drifting off, then opened my eyes. In the doorway across from me I could see this dark figure. It was in the shape of a human, maybe about my height (5 feet 10) or thereabouts. It just stood there in the doorway. Immediately I thought it was just a weird shadow on the door from the light coming in from outside. Then it moved and stood in a different spot. All of a sudden I felt like there was a presence there. My breath got short, and I felt I was in the presence of something. My breath began to catch in my throat. I felt like I couldn't breathe for a few seconds, it was all I could do to start breathing somewhat normally. The presence was still there, palpable. And it felt evil. I don't know how else to describe it. I fell asleep at some point, and the next day my grandma, who slept in the next room, asked me if I was okay the night before. "I could hear you breathing really hard, like you were trying to catch your breath" she said, "I thought you were having a really bad dream." I remember thinking that I hoped it was just a dream. A couple of weeks later, my sister-in-law, who lived in the house with my brother, grandma and me, asked me, "Have you ever experienced anything weird in this house?" I said, "What do you mean?" She told me that one night she was in the kitchen and she turned and looked at the back door. There was a shadow figure standing there. Her description was very similar to what I had seen, and it creeped her out. She had other stories from growing up that were freaky as hell, so I thought that if that freaked her out there was something going on. I get chills just thinking about it now.

Sounds like sleep paralysis, which is strongly correlated with feeling an evil presence and hallucinations.

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis
 
was reading this thread and Alien, abduction stories thread late last night and on the way home at 00.36 was cool, I want more stories.. :)

ok I got another one.

I was in the house on my own, one summers day, my family all went out shopping, I don't remember what I was doing exactly, but I do remember a helicopter like noise that shook the whole house, a vibrating thumping noise, I live in London so assumed it was a police Helicopter, but the noise was so loud and so close, I ran to the back patio door, and saw what I thought was a helicopter low in the sky, it looked like it filled the whole skyline and was going to land in my garden (it looked so low, I could have gone out into the back garden and been able to throw a ball under neath at it and hit the bottom, without much effort)..the odd thing was I remember being able to see in the window and saw two pilots looking out at me smiling there were wearing dark sunglasses,(I remember thinking/feeling happy and oh they are here, the copter came lower, then I just remember it taking off again and flying away, but no one else from my road seem to come out to observe a low flying helicopter.

happened years ago, maybe I dreamed it ?
 
When I was like 12 or so I was going from my friends house alone to a super market. On the way a guy in alley standing next to his car with its trunk open says "come here kid I want to show you something" I quickly walked away. Scariest thing I ever experienced.
 
There was a really foggy night and I wanted to take some cool moody foggy pictures. So I grabbed a tripod and camera to head out to snap a few long exposures.

So I took about 10 photographs and when I came home and I discovered something was in one of the images. It was some sort of figure in the middle of the road. The weird thing is that, this was a long exposure, about 8 secs. So this person or thing must have stood there completely still, staring at me for that amount of time and then disappeared.

I don't really believe it myself, I mean a friend was on my computer for a while, so he might had altered the image somehow. My memory card also failed shortly after..


Hang on i've seen this exact photo before, have you posted it elsewhere?
 
We'll, this thread sufficiently creeped me out. :(

The worst part was reading through this thread after waking up from a really creepy dream.
 
There was a really foggy night and I wanted to take some cool moody foggy pictures. So I grabbed a tripod and camera to head out to snap a few long exposures.

So I took about 10 photographs and when I came home and I discovered something was in one of the images. It was some sort of figure in the middle of the road. The weird thing is that, this was a long exposure, about 8 secs. So this person or thing must have stood there completely still, staring at me for that amount of time and then disappeared.

I don't really believe it myself, I mean a friend was on my computer for a while, so he might had altered the image somehow. My memory card also failed shortly after..


And I was doing so well...

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I, myself, have never had anything hugely creepy happen to me other than the odd whisper and odd weird feeling when I'm home alone, but my Dad had a particular creepy encounter (he's had several I might share but this one was one that spooked me).

When I was eight (10 years ago) me and my family were moving house, but we lived with our uncle for most of the time during the moving process (being quite young I was told it was because it was too cluttered to live there, but I was later told that we stayed with my uncle because he had a severe drug problem and my parents had to basically watch over him while he recovered). One night when my brother, uncle and Mum were asleep my Dad was sitting out in the back garden of my uncle's house smoking (he did this quite often). So on this night (in July, so it's a warm night) my Dad is just smoking and star-gazing. He goes to finish his cigarette when everything goes cold. Not just cold, but bone-chillingly freezing. My Dad starts to walk in the house when several dogs start barking at the same time. My Dad isn't one to be easily spooked, but when he told me this story he said that this feeling of pure fear washed over him and all of the dog's simultaneous barking started to get really vicious and loud. By this point my Dad was shivering and absolutely petrified, so he quickly runs inside and locks the door. As soon as he went in the house, everything (the shivers, the cold, the dogs barking ect.) just instantly stopped.

It's the only time my Dad has openly admitted to being afraid of something, so I 100% believe him whenever he tells the story.
 
This is a story a professor told us in college. I went to an art college and he taught Illustration to Juniors and Seniors. So, it was near Halloween and while he was demoing one of his oil paintings to show us how he does his work, he decides to tell us a story.

He states this happened to his brother a long time ago when they were around their 20's.

One day, his brother was staying over at his uncle and aunt's house one night for a visit in the guest bedroom. During the night, he kept on hearing scratching sounds on the window in his room which faced the side of the house.

He gets up from bed and checks what was making that noise and in the midst of the darkness, he sees a figure hunched over on a branch of a tree which was right next to his windows and sees glowing eye staring at him. He described the creature of looking demonic and having a wide grin on it's face and having pale skin. After a minute of staring at it, the creature disappears and he goes back to bed.

The next morning, he thought the encounter his the monster was a dream. He gets up and looks at the window where he saw it and sure enough, there were scratch marks on the window. He left that day.
 
Sorry to dissapoint you, but this image seems not altered in any way.
Mainly not in the place the "ghost" is standing.

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Check the tutorial link up right.
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ed: just to prove. I've added that little fella there. Check it under light.

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ed: Adding ghost to your image while saving that as 100% JPG artifacted it to hell and back, but you can see that something was added there.

ed: durr, Zombine
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No forensics allowed.

If you create a layer with photoshop and add it to the picture it wont show any artifacts if done correctly -is my assumption-

So either his friend shopped it, or they put someone there , maybe themselves to make it appear creepy.

Nice work nonetheless, very subtle.
 
If you create a layer with photoshop and add it to the picture it wont show any artifacts if done correctly -is my assumption-

So either his friend shopped it, or they put someone there , maybe themselves to make it appear creepy.

Nice work nonetheless, very subtle.


you are going all out in trying to point out this pic is fake... what are you afraid of bro!? do you know this ghost?
 
you are going all out in trying to point out this pic is fake... what are you afraid of bro!? do you know this ghost?

NO! Leave me alone!

I didn't...I don't know any ghost!




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Has any of you seen a person walking in front of them but have their head hanging so low that they seem headless? :P Almost had a heart attack.
 
late one night, me and my boyfriend were driving back from snowboarding (from one of the indoor snow centers in the UK). It was dark and the road wasn't particularly well lit. About 20 meters in front of a crosswalk, some guy was just stood, bolt, in the middle of the road. I shouted to my boyfriend to swerve, which we did. The traffic signals behind the guy were on red, so we stopped behind them after getting back in lane. The guy then comes up to my window and starts shouting and hammering on the window, as if he wanted us to kill him.

ugh
 
So, I had a bizarre childhood in that both my parents are empiricists, but I also grew up in what I would describe, for lack of a better word, as a haunted house. Everyone saw and heard things there that couldn't have actually been happening, absolutely everyone. I started sleepwalking while we lived there and never have since. Water leaked from nail holes in the walls without any kind of source to be stopped, no matter how many times my parents had contractors in tearing up the walls. I saw phantom shapes flying around my room at night that I was so sure were real bats, I woke my parents up to shoo them out of the house.

But that was just how life was for me from nine to about twenty-two. On top of that was the really weird shit. The strangest, creepiest, weirdest fucking thing that ever happened to me happened one night in the spring of 2009. I was walking home from a friend's house after a D&D session that had run a bit long, so it was dark already by the time I started the trek back home. From my friend's place, there were two paths that could get me home relatively swiftly. One was a forest path that only the local children who grew up in the town knew about. It cut through one of the last thicket of woods that hadn't been cut down in the middle of town and would take me straight home. The other had me cutting across the campus of a middle school that skirted the edge of the woods. There was a dirt path running between their football field and their baseball diamond and terminated in a hole in the chain link fence that would dump you out right in my neighborhood, maybe a few yards from my house.

Now, eager as I was to get home, something tickled the back of my brain and told me that cutting through the woods just was not a good idea that night. There was rustling I could hear back there and more than was usual for birds and squirrels. I thought I heard the sound of a twig snap underfoot and that was enough to make me decide that caution was the better part of valor. I took the Middle School option. As I'm walking along this path, out of the corner of my eye I see that there is a word written in the dirt. It's not a word in English or anything, but I stop and try to sound it out because I'm a writer and language is my thing. I think I've finally decided how it's pronounced and definitively say out loud.

And a voice from the woods whispers the word back at me. I freeze, my blood runs cold. My head begins to feel very strange indeed, screaming all sorts of panicky lizard brain nonsense at me while I try to decide what to do. The rustling in the woods is intensifying, but I don't feel completely menaced because I still have a chain link fence between me and the woods.

Like every chump in any horror movie you've ever seen, I go, "...Hello?"

Because when you're actually caught in that situation, you desperately want some non-threatening type of person to walk up to the edge of the fence and go, "Hey, sorry for scaring you. I was just walking along over here saying stuff. Have a good night, ok?"

And then for you to go, "Oh, well alright, then. That's obviously perfectly normal and I have nothing to be afraid about."

That...didn't happen. Instead, whatever was in the woods began laughing. Not in a happy, friendly sort of laugh. Not in a maniacal Joker sort of way either. But in a "I'm looking forward to hurting you a whole lot in the near future" sort of way. I bolted. Running along the open space between the two fields, I felt massively exposed. As I ran, the world went wrong. The trees kind of seemed to stretch...no, not stretch. It was like they were always impossibly tall, but I'd only just noticed? I often describe it to people as being like a forced perspective trick. That's what it felt like. As I made it through the fence and into my neighborhood, I looked up to see that the moon was easily twice the size it was supposed to be. It was huge and luminous and beautiful, but just completely wrong.

When I looked back down, I was not in my neighborhood anymore. I was in a full-on forest. The road was just a wooded path and everything was just trees and darkness. I felt like I was both completely lost and suspected that I'd totally lost my mind. But, with no real other choices available to me, I followed the path in front of me. The path terminated in a cave and beyond the mouth of that cave I could see nothing more that boiling movement in the darkness. Feeling like I was going to be sick, I approached the mouth and peeked in to see...

The inside of a truck. Like a light switch had been flipped, I was back in my neighborhood. The boiling shapes I'd seen? Yeah, that was some poor teenage couple making out in there after their date. They were staring, terrified at me just as I was staring terrified at them. Completely confused and embarrassed, I ran off before the guy could think to get out and yell at me or try to chase me off or something.

You can see the other pitch black mouth of the shortcut through the woods from my front door. My hands shook as I tried to get the goddamn key out of my pocket, into the lock and turn it. I could feel the woods watching me and it was hard to focus on the door when I just knew, knew that at any moment something would emerge from the woods and come for me. When I finally got the lock undone, I whipped the door open and sprinted full bore to my room where I locked the door, put a chair under the door and buried myself under the covers of my bed. I curled up into a fetal position and just shook until morning.

I don't actually expect anyone to believe me (I mean, this is the internet. None of you know me. I'd definitely think I was making this up if I read someone posting it.) but one way or another it did happen to me. For one thing, if I was writing this as a story, I'd make it make some kind of sense. There'd be narrative, not just me staring into the mouth of utter fucking madness for no apparent reason...Either I suffered a complete psychotic break that night or I encountered some next level inexplicable shit that I never, ever want to come into contact with again. To my relief, over the course of several years I've managed to put the word I saw in the dirt that night from my mind, but for the longest time, any time I'd look in the mirror, part of me wanted to say it again. Just to see what would happen.
 
Driving on the highway alone at around 3AM. Going over an overpass in the middle of nowhere which was oddly the only thing lit for miles and miles but it looked inactive and empty. I got to the top and saw nothing so I started to go real slow just mesmerized by this quiet but lit site.

Then I got past a tall crate thing and saw just one guy standing there and he was totally still and almost looked posed. He had a ski mask on under his construction helmet and goggles. He didn't move an inch as I passed so it looked like a freaky mannequin. I checked the rearview mirror and he crossed the road and then I saw another guy so I guess it was just an extremely strange bit of timing where I couldn't see them and they hadn't started yet or something.

Very creepy though. Just felt like I drove through spotlights and all the was there was a mannequin.
 
I was 9 at the time. Our house had a small closed off backyard surrounded by three other six storeys buildings. My parents were out for dinner and theater and my sister with her friends, so I was left alone at home, blame my sis since she should have looked after me, but anyway. It was 10PM, already full dark outside since it was November. I go to the living room and turn on my C64 to play some quick Last Ninja games. I'm sitting in the dark, only the monitor's beam of light on my face, waiting the cassette player to finish loading the game, which takes a long time, about 30 minutes. Not a single noise can be heard outside the player buzzing and clicking. Just when the game finishes loading, I hear a massive THUMP sound coming from the backyard, which leaves me paralyzed. I'm too scared to pick up the flashlight and look for it, so I try to ignore it and start playing, but I can't ignore it. So I move to the kitchen, slowly, and look from the kitchen door to the backyard door, which is open, but there's a pitch black dark and cannot see a single thing. i stay there for a good five minutesin total silence, and I'm starting to think maybe I imagined it. Go back to the C64., pick the joystick, and another THUMP comes from outside. I muster all the courage I can and pick up the torch. I'm thinking, someone musta thrown himself off a window and ended up dead on my backyard. I get the light and walk slowly to the backyard door, shaking with fear, but that noise cant be ignored anymore. i turn on the light and move the beam very slowly from the door to the backyard. nothing. so i get outside, eyes wide open, shaking, looking around, and nothing. How is that even possible I think, there were two very distinct thuds coming from there, something must have fallen down, i cant have imagined them, but there was nothing, backyard was absolutely empty. i get back inside, lock the door, turn on all the lights, turn on the TV and stood up until my sis came home, and I never told her or my parents about it
 
This isn't paranormal in anyway but if it happened to you it would scare you shitless.

So it was winter time and we had a really bad Ice storm (I think around 2005) that covered a large portion of our area and the surrounding areas. Literally everything was covered in ice. The power was out for days, you weren't supposed to be on the roads and all kinds of other shit. Now I don't remember if this was before the power went out or after it came back on but it doesn't matter anyway. I'm sitting in my room watching t.v. and all of a sudden I hear this loud ass bang from my ceiling. I was simply startled at first but then it kept happening. I freaked the fuck out thinking there was someone one the roof. I mean, what better time to rob houses when emergency response would be severely delayed am I right? That was my line of thinking. I get my dad to come in and check it out and he's kind of freaking out now and goes to the front door and grabs a hammer he keeps there for paranoia reasons. He then sticks his head slightly out the door and yells who's out there.

Both of my neighbors are out in the street and simultaneously answer. One has a baseball bat the the other one has a double barrel shotgun. Turns out they were experiencing similar ordeals and thought people were up to no good.

It was the fucking ice cracking on the roof.
 
One day while walking through Dublin a great number of people I have never met in my life came up to me and said hello followed by my name. Throughout the day it happened about ten or eleven times.

The people who said hello where from all ages of life, an old woman, a middle aged man even a kid at one point.

I'm a total skeptic so I know there must be something here but I don't think I'll ever find out what that something is.
 
One day while walking through Dublin a great number of people I have never met in my life came up to me and said hello followed by my name. Throughout the day it happened about ten or eleven times.

The people who said hello where from all ages of life, an old woman, a middle aged man even a kid at one point.

I'm a total skeptic so I know there must be something here but I don't think I'll ever find out what that something is.

You didn't ask anyone how they knew your name?
 
I guess another story is when I was in the train station to leave NYC and I went to the restrooms before it departed. The stalls were full so I waited until someone left them. While waiting, this large black man comes in and is acting kind of strange and starts to talk to me.
He asks if he wants to fuck me in the stalls, I decline his (generous) offer and he goes to this dirty old man at the end of the restrooms and yells at him about him fucking up or something. I hold my piss in and jet out of there and went on the train. NYC is a fucked up place at times despite being born there.
 
One day while walking through Dublin a great number of people I have never met in my life came up to me and said hello followed by my name. Throughout the day it happened about ten or eleven times.

The people who said hello where from all ages of life, an old woman, a middle aged man even a kid at one point.

I'm a total skeptic so I know there must be something here but I don't think I'll ever find out what that something is.

Dublin is a friendly place. VERY FRIENDLY>>><<<<
 
So I take my 2yo daughter to the park yesterday down a path from my house. There are some older girls on the play structure, so we just kinda play with ball near it till they are done.
Some old lady and her 2 grandchildren come over to the park and head straight for the play structure, so the older girls leave. So we also head over since that was half the reason for going to the park.
The older boy of the 2 grandchildren (4 or 5yo?) keeps wanting me to play with him on the jungle gym/slides. He runs up to me on the structure, and in a old world Bulgarian accent says My name is "gernbalrsfndj fhteuiahfdja"... honestly I have no idea what he said other than "My name is __________" (accent was quite heavy), but he keeps insisting that I race him to the slide.
I tell him that I am too heavy to play on the structure, as it's made for little kids, then proceed to half ignore him so I can attend to my daughter going down the other slides.

My daughter keeps calling out to me "dada!! dada!!!" everytime she wants my attention, so
after trying to kinda ignore the kid and only giving short responses, he finally says "Daddy, come play with me on the slide...."

I look around to see who he is talking to.... of course I'm the only guy there and he is looking right at me....
"Daddy, you want to race me to the slide..."
I look at his grandma to maybe correct him... she just smiles.

So I just continue to ignore him.

"Daddy, come play with me on the slide, I'll beat you there...."

thankfully my daughter then said that she was done and was ready to leave. so as we crossing the play ground to get the stroller, the old lady just gives me the creepiest smile I've ever seen.

I put my daughter in the stroller and wheeled up out of there so fast.

It was just so fucking awkward, we had to go asap.
 
So, I had a bizarre childhood in that both my parents are empiricists, but I also grew up in what I would describe, for lack of a better word, as a haunted house. Everyone saw and heard things there that couldn't have actually been happening, absolutely everyone. I started sleepwalking while we lived there and never have since. Water leaked from nail holes in the walls without any kind of source to be stopped, no matter how many times my parents had contractors in tearing up the walls. I saw phantom shapes flying around my room at night that I was so sure were real bats, I woke my parents up to shoo them out of the house.

But that was just how life was for me from nine to about twenty-two. On top of that was the really weird shit. The strangest, creepiest, weirdest fucking thing that ever happened to me happened one night in the spring of 2009. I was walking home from a friend's house after a D&D session that had run a bit long, so it was dark already by the time I started the trek back home. From my friend's place, there were two paths that could get me home relatively swiftly. One was a forest path that only the local children who grew up in the town knew about. It cut through one of the last thicket of woods that hadn't been cut down in the middle of town and would take me straight home. The other had me cutting across the campus of a middle school that skirted the edge of the woods. There was a dirt path running between their football field and their baseball diamond and terminated in a hole in the chain link fence that would dump you out right in my neighborhood, maybe a few yards from my house.

Now, eager as I was to get home, something tickled the back of my brain and told me that cutting through the woods just was not a good idea that night. There was rustling I could hear back there and more than was usual for birds and squirrels. I thought I heard the sound of a twig snap underfoot and that was enough to make me decide that caution was the better part of valor. I took the Middle School option. As I'm walking along this path, out of the corner of my eye I see that there is a word written in the dirt. It's not a word in English or anything, but I stop and try to sound it out because I'm a writer and language is my thing. I think I've finally decided how it's pronounced and definitively say out loud.

And a voice from the woods whispers the word back at me. I freeze, my blood runs cold. My head begins to feel very strange indeed, screaming all sorts of panicky lizard brain nonsense at me while I try to decide what to do. The rustling in the woods is intensifying, but I don't feel completely menaced because I still have a chain link fence between me and the woods.

Like every chump in any horror movie you've ever seen, I go, "...Hello?"

Because when you're actually caught in that situation, you desperately want some non-threatening type of person to walk up to the edge of the fence and go, "Hey, sorry for scaring you. I was just walking along over here saying stuff. Have a good night, ok?"

And then for you to go, "Oh, well alright, then. That's obviously perfectly normal and I have nothing to be afraid about."

That...didn't happen. Instead, whatever was in the woods began laughing. Not in a happy, friendly sort of laugh. Not in a maniacal Joker sort of way either. But in a "I'm looking forward to hurting you a whole lot in the near future" sort of way. I bolted. Running along the open space between the two fields, I felt massively exposed. As I ran, the world went wrong. The trees kind of seemed to stretch...no, not stretch. It was like they were always impossibly tall, but I'd only just noticed? I often describe it to people as being like a forced perspective trick. That's what it felt like. As I made it through the fence and into my neighborhood, I looked up to see that the moon was easily twice the size it was supposed to be. It was huge and luminous and beautiful, but just completely wrong.

When I looked back down, I was not in my neighborhood anymore. I was in a full-on forest. The road was just a wooded path and everything was just trees and darkness. I felt like I was both completely lost and suspected that I'd totally lost my mind. But, with no real other choices available to me, I followed the path in front of me. The path terminated in a cave and beyond the mouth of that cave I could see nothing more that boiling movement in the darkness. Feeling like I was going to be sick, I approached the mouth and peeked in to see...

The inside of a truck. Like a light switch had been flipped, I was back in my neighborhood. The boiling shapes I'd seen? Yeah, that was some poor teenage couple making out in there after their date. They were staring, terrified at me just as I was staring terrified at them. Completely confused and embarrassed, I ran off before the guy could think to get out and yell at me or try to chase me off or something.

You can see the other pitch black mouth of the shortcut through the woods from my front door. My hands shook as I tried to get the goddamn key out of my pocket, into the lock and turn it. I could feel the woods watching me and it was hard to focus on the door when I just knew, knew that at any moment something would emerge from the woods and come for me. When I finally got the lock undone, I whipped the door open and sprinted full bore to my room where I locked the door, put a chair under the door and buried myself under the covers of my bed. I curled up into a fetal position and just shook until morning.

I don't actually expect anyone to believe me (I mean, this is the internet. None of you know me. I'd definitely think I was making this up if I read someone posting it.) but one way or another it did happen to me. For one thing, if I was writing this as a story, I'd make it make some kind of sense. There'd be narrative, not just me staring into the mouth of utter fucking madness for no apparent reason...Either I suffered a complete psychotic break that night or I encountered some next level inexplicable shit that I never, ever want to come into contact with again. To my relief, over the course of several years I've managed to put the word I saw in the dirt that night from my mind, but for the longest time, any time I'd look in the mirror, part of me wanted to say it again. Just to see what would happen.


what was the word?
 
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