Creepy unsolved/paranormal/strange events thread

Not as weird as some of your stories but one time me, my brother, and my sister were in our basement playing Kings Quest 4 because we were off from school due to the snow. Our parents were at work.

We hear a door open and footsteps above us come from the kitchen, across the dining room and into the hallway directly above us, then down the hallway. My parents bedroom door opens and then closed and that was it.

It was odd because they never walked into the house then without announcing themselves. My sister yelled "Hello" and we got no answer so we went upstairs to look and found nobody there.

Normally Id say it was my imagination, but all 3 of us heard it at the same time.

So yeah, footsteps. OOOOO scary! :p
 
sangreal said:
Skimmed the thread but didn't see mention of:

Carolyn Cascio


FLIGHT
Cascio left Nassau Airport, traveling southeast toward Cockburn Town, Grand Turk Island, and around her expected time of arrival, she radioed to Nassau Airport, firstly that her compass was "spinning erratically", and then that she could not raise JAGs McCartney International Airport, of Cockburn, on the radio. She apparently left her microphone keyed in the open position, thus enabling JAGs Airport control to hear the conversation between the pilot and her passenger. What follows is an extract from that dialogue.

Cascio: "I don't understand this. I must have made a wrong turn. This should be Grand Turk, but there's nothing down there, no airport, no houses."
Passenger: "Right,"
Cascio: "It's the right place on the map, and the shape is right and all, but this island looks uninhabited. Look, no buildings, no roads, nothing. It has to be Grand Turk, but it's not there. It looks like Grand Turk but it just can't be."
At the same time that she claimed to be circling the island, people in many places on Grand Turk Island claimed to see a small airplane circle the island for approximately 30 minutes.

JAGs Airport, having seen her with the naked eye and on radar, tried desperately to contact her, but was never able to do so. It was assumed that most attempts to do so would fail due to her open-mic position, but several times while she circled, her conversation with her passenger was interrupted by static for 1 to 3 seconds. Airport control took these to be moments at which she was attempting to radio the Airport. At this point, JAGs Airport control knew that something was seriously wrong. Cascio was flying directly above the airport in clear conditions but apparently could not see it. All attempts to contact her over the radio failed.

After half an hour of circling, the airport picked up Cascio's last words: "Is there no way out of this?"

She then apparently made a decision to fly to another island. In bewilderment, the entire airport staff watched as she banked sharply to the left and flew out across the sea. The airplane flew into a low-lying cloudbank, but was not seen exiting the other side. On her return trip, she was able to radio Nassau Airport that she was convinced that she must not be over Grand Turk Island, although her charts indicated that the island below was the exact shape of Grand Turk Island, and where Grand Turk Island should have been. But because she could find no airport at which to land, she was forced to depart. She decided to return on exactly the same course she had taken, northwest for Nassau, Bahamas, placing the afternoon sun at her 10 o'clock position. She radioed that she expected to have sufficient fuel for the return trip, but that in case of emergency, she would land at any airport or airstrip on the way, as she would be in the vicinity of various Bahamian islands for the entire trip. She remained in radio contact with Nassau for approximately 30 more minutes, after which she was never heard from again. No radio transmission from either Cascio or Nassau Airport was picked up by any interposing radio station. An extensive search turned up no sign of airplane wreckage or human survivors. No one on any island, over or near which she passed, reported seeing a return trip of her airplane.


EXPLANATIONS
Conspiracy theorists generally believe that Cascio flew through a rip in space-time, and arrived over Grand Turk Island at some point in the distant past, before the island had undergone urban development of any kind, or become inhabited by humans. This theory requires that her radio transmissions were able to pass through the rip in space-time and back to Nassau Airport at the present day. This theory also requires that the present-day inhabitants of Grand Turk Island were able to see her plane circle the island for 30 minutes, though it had already passed through the rip in space-time, or was still inside the rip. Because no sign of her, her passenger, or her airplane was ever found, this theory continues that during her return for Nassau, she flew through the same rip in space-time and was not able to return to the present day, thus landing at some point in the past. If this were true, it would still be possible to find the remains of her airplane, but as yet, no wreckage has been found, neither on land nor in the ocean.

An alternate explanation is pilot error, resulting in Cascio mistaking some uninhabited island for Grand Turk Island, and subsequently losing her way due to a faulty compass, and exhausting her fuel. Conspiracy theorists call this explanation into question, arguing that there are no islands in the Caribbean which look even remotely similar to Grand Turk Island, and very few uninhabited islands. Arguments also center on the high unlikelihood that a licensed pilot would lose his or her way due simply to a faulty compass. Her compass had been functioning properly when she departed Nassau Airport, and she did not report it malfunctioning until arrival over her expected destination. Given these circumstances, she should have been able to orient herself according to the sun and find her way quite efficiently.

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That's some crazy theorizing. Wow, if true... though not likely that we'll ever understand how it all really works. Lol.
 
ImperialConquest said:
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That's some crazy theorizing. Wow, if true... though not likely that we'll ever understand how it all really works. Lol.
Not really that crazy, just applying Occam's razor to the situation.
 
Encounter in the Pilliga Region

I'm rather disturbed at this recording of a late-night call-in on a regional Australian overnight radio show. While there could be a completely rational explanation - such as some kind of latent PTSD explosion or drug-related psychosis given that it was 1978 - this sounds very earnest and I'm sitting here with chills.

If anyone knows those desolate roads and back country of Australia's inland, you'd be well-aware of just what a ripe place it is for strange occurrences.
 
Pylon_Trooper said:
Encounter in the Pilliga Region

I'm rather disturbed at this recording of a late-night call-in on a regional Australian overnight radio show. While there could be a completely rational explanation - such as some kind of latent PTSD explosion or drug-related psychosis given that it was 1978 - this sounds very earnest and I'm sitting here with chills.

If anyone knows those desolate roads and back country of Australia's inland, you'd be well-aware of just what a ripe place it is for strange occurrences.

That's the most chilling thing I've heard in a long time.
 
Poimandres said:
That's the most chilling thing I've heard in a long time.

pilligaMap.jpg


This is the alleged route of Matt, aka "Bongo". Chilling stuff indeed.
 
Pylon_Trooper said:
Encounter in the Pilliga Region

I'm rather disturbed at this recording of a late-night call-in on a regional Australian overnight radio show. While there could be a completely rational explanation - such as some kind of latent PTSD explosion or drug-related psychosis given that it was 1978 - this sounds very earnest and I'm sitting here with chills.

If anyone knows those desolate roads and back country of Australia's inland, you'd be well-aware of just what a ripe place it is for strange occurrences.
Disturbing... Wish he could have gone into a little more detail about what the thing looked like and where he was taken, but it sounded like he was having a real tough time as it was.

Have you guys heard The Bloop?

The Bloop is the name given to an ultra-low frequency and extremely powerful underwater sound detected by the U.S. National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) several times during 1997. The source of the sound remains unknown.

The sound, traced to somewhere around 50° S 100° W (a remote point in the south Pacific Ocean west of the southern tip of South America), was detected repeatedly by the Equatorial Pacific Ocean autonomous hydrophone array,[1] which uses U.S. Navy equipment originally designed to detect Soviet submarines.

According to the NOAA description, it "rises rapidly in frequency over about one minute and was of sufficient amplitude to be heard on multiple sensors, at a range of over 5,000 km." NOAA's system ruled out its origin as any known man-made sound, such as a submarine or bomb, or familiar geological sounds such as volcanoes or earthquakes. While the audio profile of the bloop does resemble that of a living creature, the system identified it as unknown because it was far too loud for that to have been the case: it was several times louder than the loudest known biological sound. Five other significant unexplained sounds have been named by NOAA: Julia, Train, Slowdown, Whistle, and Upsweep.[2][3][4][5][6]

Dr. Christopher Fox of the NOAA speculated that the Bloop may be ice calving in Antarctica.[7] A year later Dr. Fox was paraphrased speculating it was likely animal in origin

Listen here, volumes a little low so crank your speakers/headphones a little.
 
Pylon_Trooper said:
Encounter in the Pilliga Region

I'm rather disturbed at this recording of a late-night call-in on a regional Australian overnight radio show. While there could be a completely rational explanation - such as some kind of latent PTSD explosion or drug-related psychosis given that it was 1978 - this sounds very earnest and I'm sitting here with chills.

If anyone knows those desolate roads and back country of Australia's inland, you'd be well-aware of just what a ripe place it is for strange occurrences.

That really freaked me out. The guy sounded genuinely scared shitless.
 
Combichristoffersen said:
Have the Hinterkaifeck murders been mentioned?

Just sounds like a murder. A horrible murder, but a murder none-the-less, and it wouldn't be the first time someone's gotten away with slaughter.
 
Good old sleep paralysis. I just found out that this existed from reading a column in Gamepro, but I've experienced it a few times. Most of the time I'm having a terrifying dream and I'm trying to put the breaks on the whole experience, but I can't move or cry out. Usually I can't go back to sleep right away as my heart is racing a mile a minute.

Last time it happened was a couple of months ago. I was just taking a nap, no insidious dream or anything. I was sleeping on a couch with my face pointed toward the cushions when I realized that I needed to wake up to run an errand. I wrenched one eye open and saw the couch cushions and the ceiling in my vision. Then I tried to get up, but couldn't move. I closed my eye and then I was able to lift my arm up, so I put my hand in front of my face and opened my eye again, but there was nothing there. I had just dreamed that I could move my arm. I just gave up trying to fight it until I was able to move again. I do hate it when that happens, but at least I know why now.
 
EatChildren said:
Just sounds like a murder. A horrible murder, but a murder none-the-less, and it wouldn't be the first time someone's gotten away with slaughter.

Obviously nothing supernatural about it, but it creeps me the fuck out how someone supposedly hid in their house for days before luring them all into the barn and slaughtering them for no apparent reason, and then stayed in their house for a few more days before vanishing.
 
Pylon_Trooper said:
Encounter in the Pilliga Region

I'm rather disturbed at this recording of a late-night call-in on a regional Australian overnight radio show. While there could be a completely rational explanation - such as some kind of latent PTSD explosion or drug-related psychosis given that it was 1978 - this sounds very earnest and I'm sitting here with chills.

If anyone knows those desolate roads and back country of Australia's inland, you'd be well-aware of just what a ripe place it is for strange occurrences.

Jesus fuck... I don't know what the hell he was describing that abducted him, but the dude sounded scared out of his god damned mind :/
 
I was driving through an old town coming back from my farm, and on the gravel road before turning onto the highway, out of the corner of my eye I see what appeared to be a seven-foot-tall man dressed in all black and a top hat (think Lincoln) stepped out from the right sidewalk onto the street. I realized it enough to actually hit the brake to slow down to let the man cross. But the next second I look to where he was - and he wasn't there. A trick of the brain, to be sure, but to this day I swear I saw him step out to cross that road.
 
Dynamite Ringo Matsuri said:
Jesus fuck... I don't know what the hell he was describing that abducted him, but the dude sounded scared out of his god damned mind :/

Here's another one from the same area...

""One story I heard many years ago was that of a truck driver who stopped for a couple of hours sleep on the roadside, right in the middle of the Pilliga. During the night, he was woken by a terrific banging and screeching of twisted metal. His truck was rocking violently and terrified, he cowered in the cabin without a wink of sleep until dawn. When he finally emerged in daylight, he was struck with the sight of the trailer tarpaulin shredded and strewn for a hundred metres up the road. The metal ribs of the trailer cage were twisted and bent beyond repair."
 
Pylon_Trooper said:
Encounter in the Pilliga Region

I'm rather disturbed at this recording of a late-night call-in on a regional Australian overnight radio show. While there could be a completely rational explanation - such as some kind of latent PTSD explosion or drug-related psychosis given that it was 1978 - this sounds very earnest and I'm sitting here with chills.

If anyone knows those desolate roads and back country of Australia's inland, you'd be well-aware of just what a ripe place it is for strange occurrences.

Holy shit...
 
Pylon_Trooper said:
If anyone knows those desolate roads and back country of Australia's inland, you'd be well-aware of just what a ripe place it is for strange occurrences.

What kind of strange occurrences? I'm picturing like, wooded hilly areas. You've gotta give some details! :lol

I'm glad this thread is back without people shitting it up. This kind of stuff has always interested me. I'm a huge skeptic and have never personally experienced anything out of the ordinary that I can remember, but I always get a kick out of hearing creepy experiences from other people. I listened to an episode or two of the Mysterious Universe podcast someone mentioned a while back and quite dig it. I used to listen to Art Bell late at night in my early pre-teen-teen years, and it brings back memories.

That Cascio plane Wikipedia entry is a really creepy one.
 
Pylon_Trooper said:
Encounter in the Pilliga Region

I'm rather disturbed at this recording of a late-night call-in on a regional Australian overnight radio show. While there could be a completely rational explanation - such as some kind of latent PTSD explosion or drug-related psychosis given that it was 1978 - this sounds very earnest and I'm sitting here with chills.

If anyone knows those desolate roads and back country of Australia's inland, you'd be well-aware of just what a ripe place it is for strange occurrences.

Holy shit. I don't want to turn off the light and walk down the hallway to my room now. :lol I'm gonna go look at some stupid lolcats...
 
Poimandres said:
Here's another one from the same area...

""One story I heard many years ago was that of a truck driver who stopped for a couple of hours sleep on the roadside, right in the middle of the Pilliga. During the night, he was woken by a terrific banging and screeching of twisted metal. His truck was rocking violently and terrified, he cowered in the cabin without a wink of sleep until dawn. When he finally emerged in daylight, he was struck with the sight of the trailer tarpaulin shredded and strewn for a hundred metres up the road. The metal ribs of the trailer cage were twisted and bent beyond repair."
What the fuck
 
IamMattFox said:
What kind of strange occurrences? I'm picturing like, wooded hilly areas. You've gotta give some details! :lol

Here's a good one. Min Min lights are widely reported all over Australia.

Strange orbs/discs of light that follow people/vehicles around on isolated highways and whatnot. They will ultimately probably have a terrestrial explanation, but very cool and mysterious nonetheless!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Min_Min_light
 
Scalemail Ted said:
Can someone give a summary of the Pilliga region encounter?
- Dude driving through regional New South Wales (Australia) back in 1978 is taking a new vehicle to a certain town.

- It's night time and he misses his turn off and drives for a few hundred kilometres into the middle of a state forest.

- Runs out of fuel

- Some guy in a truck comes by, but he doesn't have fuel. Guy doesn't want to leave vehicle because it's new, so asks guy to send for help

- Truck guy tells him nobody's going to drive all the way into the middle of the forest but he'll tell RACQ (a bit like AAA) and they'll send someone out in the morning

- Guy falls asleep, wakes up to the sound of his vehicle shaking

- Something rips his passenger side door off and grabs him

- Drags him into the forest into a cave

- Guy sees that whatever's got him has a fetish for skinny white man's legs. They're hanging from all over the place like wind chimes

- Whatever's got him realises the guy's no good to it (cankles, perhaps?) and drags him back to the side of the road

- He crawls back into his vehicle and curls up till morning

- He spends the rest of his days in a mental institution
 
It's interesting, there seems to be similar stories between truckers and hunters in the area...apparently both these groups feel the same way about the Pilliga region. I just found this snippet from a discussion on a bowhunter's thread. Seem like regular guys, not your token hill-billies.

The one night I spent there was with a mate when we were driving home for Xmas and we stopped on the side of the hi-way in the bush, about 500m off the main road. We got there about midnight and we were out of there about 4 hours later. We got screamed at by something huge and then it stalked around our camp for an hour. We gave it 15 mins from the last noise, packed up and took off. We just threw our gear in the back and drove to Naribri to pack it properly. I don't know what it was but I have never heard anything like it in all my time in the bush and it scared the daylights out of both of us. I won't be heading back anytime soon.

Constable Warren of the Coonabarabran Police stated in the Queensland times that Truck drivers had erected signs that say "Beware of Yowies, next 121km" along the Newel Hwy in the well known Yowie hot spot of the Pilliga Scrub.

He says "Its really quite amazing. One Victorian driver returning from Queensland drove more than 50km the night with two blown tyres because he was too scared to stop on the road. The driver said he was not going to take any chances..

He continued to say that, "One bloke was asleep in the cabin when he heard this thump, thump, thump. He said he was too frightened to investigate and drove his truck to Narrabri. When he got there he found two running boards had been pulled off his truck. Another said that he felt his tarppaulin being shifted while parked one night. He said it was dead calm and when he got up the courage to investigate, he found that one side had been pulled down about 10 feet. One thing is for sure, none of the truckies dared to block the Newel in the Pilliga country durung the recent truckies blockades."

Truckies have also reported to have found numerous footprints along the side of the Highway through the Pilliga which added to their concerns. Over the years, many people had witnessed Yowies in the dead of the night on the road side, one man and his friend found one eating a fresh road kill as they drove passed.

For those interested, a Yowie is like the American bigfoot. Interestingly enough, across the vast number of Australian aboriginal tribes, distinct from one another to a large degree, the Yowie pops up in their culture under many different names - Noocoonah, Quinken, Yaroma, Tjandara, etc., with the name "Yowie" being an Anglicised version (possibly) of "Yowri". What's more interesting is the fact early British colonists made similar sightings of these huge, elusive creatures before corroboration with Indigenous stories could be made.
 
Poimandres said:
Here's a good one. Min Min lights are widely reported all over Australia.

Strange orbs/discs of light that follow people/vehicles around on isolated highways and whatnot. They will ultimately probably have a terrestrial explanation, but very cool and mysterious nonetheless!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Min_Min_light


Kinda Sounds like an Australian version of the Will-o'-the-wisp

A will-o'-the-wisp or ignis fatuus (Latin, from ignis, "fire" + fatuus, "foolish"), also called will-o'-wisp, corpse candle, jack-o'-lantern, friar's lantern, hinkypunk, and wisp, is a ghostly light sometimes seen at night or twilight over bogs, swamps, and marshes. It resembles a flickering lamp and is sometimes said to recede if approached. Much folklore surrounds the phenomenon.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Will-o'-the-wisp
 
viciouskillersquirrel said:
- Dude driving through regional New South Wales (Australia) back in 1978 is taking a new vehicle to a certain town.

- It's night time and he misses his turn off and drives for a few hundred kilometres into the middle of a state forest.

- Runs out of fuel

- Some guy in a truck comes by, but he doesn't have fuel. Guy doesn't want to leave vehicle because it's new, so asks guy to send for help

- Truck guy tells him nobody's going to drive all the way into the middle of the forest but he'll tell RACQ (a bit like AAA) and they'll send someone out in the morning

- Guy falls asleep, wakes up to the sound of his vehicle shaking

- Something rips his passenger side door off and grabs him

- Drags him into the forest into a cave

- Guy sees that whatever's got him has a fetish for skinny white man's legs. They're hanging from all over the place like wind chimes

- Whatever's got him realises the guy's no good to it (cankles, perhaps?) and drags him back to the side of the road

- He crawls back into his vehicle and curls up till morning

- He spends the rest of his days in a mental institution

Damn.... a story worthy of Lovecraft!
 
Scalemail Ted said:
Damn.... a story worthy of Lovecraft!

The dread and fear is certainly cemented in the fellow's voice in the interview. Whatever caused it, he is well and truly damaged goods now, thirty years later.
 
Pylon_Trooper said:
Encounter in the Pilliga Region

I'm rather disturbed at this recording of a late-night call-in on a regional Australian overnight radio show. While there could be a completely rational explanation - such as some kind of latent PTSD explosion or drug-related psychosis given that it was 1978 - this sounds very earnest and I'm sitting here with chills.

If anyone knows those desolate roads and back country of Australia's inland, you'd be well-aware of just what a ripe place it is for strange occurrences.
"If it was a she then there is something wrong with the world"

From that point on it's pants shitting territory.

Jesus
 
Pylon_Trooper said:
Let us know your views on the other side!
I made it through. It wasn't that bad actually. :) I think written stories are a lot worse for me. My imagination tends to run wild with those. The guy definitely sounded scared shitless at the end though. I don't know what I would do if that happened to me.
 
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