Creepy unsolved/paranormal/strange events thread
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Gemüsestäbchen
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Ha ha, it's daytime in Europe... So I'm just getting creeped out in broad daylight instead :/
I love this thread, going to give you a few 100% authentic family stories; they aren't so scary more weird...
First a little bkground info - my family is Chinese, but we live in the UK; where I grew up - so I always found it interesting how they handle ghosts and the supernatural - basically my parents aren't really scared. They have this pragmatic outlook where they say "I live an honest life, I have never killed or purposefully tried to harm someone - I have nothing to fear from ghosts" basically "come_at_me_bro_im_chinese.gif"
I, on the other hand am a pussy, I will freak out if anything remotely immediately inexplicable happens.
So I have 2 at the moment, might remember more later (or grill my mum for more!):
1) When my parents first lived in London, it was in the area called Victoria. If you are familiar with the city, it has a long history being very near to Parliament and filled with Georgian terrace houses which back in the day (1800s) would have been filled with people, e.g. a family and their servants. Of course in modern times, these buildings which usually span several floors have been conveniently divided up into flats...
Anyway, back to my parents, they lived on the third floor of one of these Georgian buildings and had just had their first child (my brother) so were finding living quarters a bit cramped. By chance the family the floor beneath them were moving out and the flat was much bigger, so they asked the landlord if they could move there. He accepted and they moved one floor down to the larger place.
Everything was good for a while, but at some point later in the middle of the night they began to hear a strange "dragging" noise from their previous flat above them. The noise would start like clockwork from about 1AM to about 2-3 AM. (My family are night owls, so they usually stay up later...) It was a very clear slow and loud scrapping sound of something heavy shifting from one side of the room to the other. It would move from the right to the left, stop for a few seconds, then move to the left to the right, pause and repeat. The only object it could be was a large wardrobe in that flat (which of course my parent were familiar with having lived there) which a single person could not move on his own, never mind repeatedly do this every single night in a flat that my parents knew was locked and empty.
Here's the thing - from my memory of the story anyway - they never went up in whilst the noise was going on to check the flat... Instead, quickly accepted it, and it became a routine for my family, even to the point when my grandmother visited she looked up at 1AM when the sound started and said "oh, your ghost is moving furniture again?"
This went on until they moved a few more months later.
2) Next story - a shorter one but I was present in this one...
My grandmother had just passed away, and the entire extended family had returned to my grandparents' house having just finished with the funeral service and wake. It was early evening and the sun was just setting, everyone was pretty tired after quite an emotional day, and we were preparing to do a final Chinese funereal things to finish up giving our respects to our grandmother (basically burning shit loads of paper stuff) A few of us are gathered around in the living room, some other uncles are getting the bonfire going in the garden already.
So one of these ceremonial things is for the widow/er to light a special candle beside a shine and keep it lit for three days. You might have seen such shrines in Chinese films, where there's a photo of the deceased with their name in Chinese characters on a plaque and a place for incense and offerings. He stoops over to light the candle with a match and as soon as the wick is lit, the entire electricity and power in the house dies. This is not shanty house in rural China, it was a modern terrace house in the UK.
In the darkness, my own mother exclaimed with happiness, "Mum's home!"
I am screaming at the top of my lungs at this point...
About 10 seconds later the power kicks back in and everyone is looking at me like I'm the crazy one...
I love this thread, going to give you a few 100% authentic family stories; they aren't so scary more weird...
First a little bkground info - my family is Chinese, but we live in the UK; where I grew up - so I always found it interesting how they handle ghosts and the supernatural - basically my parents aren't really scared. They have this pragmatic outlook where they say "I live an honest life, I have never killed or purposefully tried to harm someone - I have nothing to fear from ghosts" basically "come_at_me_bro_im_chinese.gif"
I, on the other hand am a pussy, I will freak out if anything remotely immediately inexplicable happens.
So I have 2 at the moment, might remember more later (or grill my mum for more!):
1) When my parents first lived in London, it was in the area called Victoria. If you are familiar with the city, it has a long history being very near to Parliament and filled with Georgian terrace houses which back in the day (1800s) would have been filled with people, e.g. a family and their servants. Of course in modern times, these buildings which usually span several floors have been conveniently divided up into flats...
Anyway, back to my parents, they lived on the third floor of one of these Georgian buildings and had just had their first child (my brother) so were finding living quarters a bit cramped. By chance the family the floor beneath them were moving out and the flat was much bigger, so they asked the landlord if they could move there. He accepted and they moved one floor down to the larger place.
Everything was good for a while, but at some point later in the middle of the night they began to hear a strange "dragging" noise from their previous flat above them. The noise would start like clockwork from about 1AM to about 2-3 AM. (My family are night owls, so they usually stay up later...) It was a very clear slow and loud scrapping sound of something heavy shifting from one side of the room to the other. It would move from the right to the left, stop for a few seconds, then move to the left to the right, pause and repeat. The only object it could be was a large wardrobe in that flat (which of course my parent were familiar with having lived there) which a single person could not move on his own, never mind repeatedly do this every single night in a flat that my parents knew was locked and empty.
Here's the thing - from my memory of the story anyway - they never went up in whilst the noise was going on to check the flat... Instead, quickly accepted it, and it became a routine for my family, even to the point when my grandmother visited she looked up at 1AM when the sound started and said "oh, your ghost is moving furniture again?"
This went on until they moved a few more months later.
2) Next story - a shorter one but I was present in this one...
My grandmother had just passed away, and the entire extended family had returned to my grandparents' house having just finished with the funeral service and wake. It was early evening and the sun was just setting, everyone was pretty tired after quite an emotional day, and we were preparing to do a final Chinese funereal things to finish up giving our respects to our grandmother (basically burning shit loads of paper stuff) A few of us are gathered around in the living room, some other uncles are getting the bonfire going in the garden already.
So one of these ceremonial things is for the widow/er to light a special candle beside a shine and keep it lit for three days. You might have seen such shrines in Chinese films, where there's a photo of the deceased with their name in Chinese characters on a plaque and a place for incense and offerings. He stoops over to light the candle with a match and as soon as the wick is lit, the entire electricity and power in the house dies. This is not shanty house in rural China, it was a modern terrace house in the UK.
In the darkness, my own mother exclaimed with happiness, "Mum's home!"
I am screaming at the top of my lungs at this point...
About 10 seconds later the power kicks back in and everyone is looking at me like I'm the crazy one...
Blue Ninja
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This story really turns up everywhere. :lol It seems hitchhiking ghosts are something universal.Cujshi said:Volimar, man your writing style is like from Soviet realism period. you could'a shorten it for sure. but good story.
again me, with weird shit that happened in my hood -
There was a dude, here in Serbia, that drove to the city of Smederevo, back in 80's.
The road is old, and is now obsolete, rarely used cause of the highways. So, he was driving, and while passing some short tunnel, at the end of it, just outside was a girl. she was hitchhiking. He stopped, cause the girl was kinda young and beautiful. (Is there any other reason for stopping ?). she entered a car, and was silent, except for the part where she told him she was going to a village that is near city of Smederevo. As he was driving, she suddenly told him -
"It is a good thing that you stopped, and Im thankful for that, now these days, people are bad, and dont want to help strangers. I would like to repay you somehow. On your way back, would you come for lunch, to my house ?"
He agreed, and left her by some old house, half a mile by the road.
couple of days after, he was going back, and just out of curiosity, more than the actual need for feast, he went to the house. he knocked.
An old lady opened the door. he said: "is ***random name*** at home ? Im her friend ?
old lady: "Oh son .. she passed away. she has been gone for 7 years now... "
He taught that it was some kind of a sick joke, until the old lady invited him in, and showed him her room, a memory of her, and her pictures. when he saw the picture, he saw the girl he was driving in the car 3 days ago! scared to the bone, and disturbed, he asked the old lady, WHY and HOW he saw her. she said:
"Son, you are not the first, and not the last person to come look for her"
Cujshi said:Volimar, man your writing style is like from Soviet realism period. you could'a shorten it for sure. but good story.
again me, with weird shit that happened in my hood -
There was a dude, here in Serbia, that drove to the city of Smederevo, back in 80's.
The road is old, and is now obsolete, rarely used cause of the highways. So, he was driving, and while passing some short tunnel, at the end of it, just outside was a girl. she was hitchhiking. He stopped, cause the girl was kinda young and beautiful. (Is there any other reason for stopping ?
"It is a good thing that you stopped, and Im thankful for that, now these days, people are bad, and dont want to help strangers. I would like to repay you somehow. On your way back, would you come for lunch, to my house ?"
He agreed, and left her by some old house, half a mile by the road.
couple of days after, he was going back, and just out of curiosity, more than the actual need for feast, he went to the house. he knocked.
An old lady opened the door. he said: "is ***random name*** at home ? Im her friend ?
old lady: "Oh son .. she passed away. she has been gone for 7 years now... "
He taught that it was some kind of a sick joke, until the old lady invited him in, and showed him her room, a memory of her, and her pictures. when he saw the picture, he saw the girl he was driving in the car 3 days ago! scared to the bone, and disturbed, he asked the old lady, WHY and HOW he saw her. she said:
"Son, you are not the first, and not the last person to come look for her"
Don't wanna go all Tonay on you guys but I've heard many different versions of that story. It's always a guy who picks up a girl then goes to her house for whatever reason and then finds out she has been dead for a while from whomever lives in the house now.
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Blue Ninja >:{
Blue Ninja said:
it's the "White Lady" myth.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Lady_(ghost)
it actually happens a lot throughout the world, in various occasions. the most scary similar event was with our neighbor from village house:
the dude named Marko was driving near some monastery. a nun and a priest stopped him, and they got into a car. at one point, priest told him, from the back of the car:
"Marko, you lead a bad life. you should change your ways"
not even once mentioning his name and surprised how the priest knows it, he turned around, only to see that there is no one in the car.
ever since that event, Marko has built 3 churches, never drunk any alcohol, and has a fund for rebuilding Serbian monasteries. he even published a book describing his spiritual transforming.
Einchy said:
imagine the amount of brix shat, if it would actually happen to you ?
Blue Ninja
Member
Doesn't seem all that similar, though.Cujshi said:
I've heard plenty of stories of people driving along lonely roads when they encounter a hitchhiker, usually a young man or woman. The hitchhiker is usually very talkative, though some stories speak of them being a bit "unnerving", too. In some variations of the story (like yours), the hitchhiker invites the driver for dinner, in other variations, they leave something of theirs behind in the car, and the driver usually returns to the house to return it.
My favorite is of a guy who picks up a pretty girl along an abandoned road. While they are driving, the girl is very talkative, even a bit flirty. She takes off her sweater at one point "because she's warm". The guy drops her off at home, and a while later realizes she'd left her sweater in the car. He decides to turn around and head back to her house. He knocks on the door, sweater in hand, and an old lady opens. She takes one look at the sweater, and says "Oh dear. Come inside."
She takes the guy up to one of the upstairs bedrooms. There's an old picture there, of the girl the guy had picked up. She's wearing the same sweater as the one he's holding right now. The woman, with a sad look on her face, opens a closet, and the guy sees its filled with nothing but sweaters, all exactly the same as the one in his hands. The woman takes it, folds it, and places it inside. Her daughter has been dead for five years, killed in a car crash along an abandoned road. She had been wearing her favorite sweater when she died.
There really are a lot of variations. Another great, similar one involves a man and woman having car troubles near a farmhouse. The people living in the farmhouse, an old man and woman, let them stay in a spare room they have, while the old man, who used to be a car mechanic, takes a look at the car.
When the man and woman wake up the next morning, the old man and woman are gone. They've left a loaf of bread on the table for the pair, with a note saying "Enjoy your breakfast". The man leaves behind some money, for compensation. Their car runs perfectly again. They take off towards the city.
That evening, they're driving back along the same road, when the man notices his wife has a strange expression on her face. They were just passing the farmhouse. The man turns to look and notices there is no farmhouse. At least, not anymore. They drive up the same road they left on in the morning, but when they reach the place where the farmhouse stood, they only find a charred ruin. Unsettled, the man steps inside the burnt-out kitchen. It's full of wildlife: this place hasn't been habitable for a long time. The table in the center of the kitchen still remained standing, though. On it, the man finds the money he left behind earlier today, and a note. "Enjoy your breakfast."
I read an Archie comic as a kid that had the "Why, that person who you saw...passed away many years ago!"
It's really common. Probably because the ghost is benign enough to not give nightmares and it has a sort of "you can help people after you die" theme which people like in their afterlife beliefs.
It's really common. Probably because the ghost is benign enough to not give nightmares and it has a sort of "you can help people after you die" theme which people like in their afterlife beliefs.
blue ninja, you got me all scared with the farm story! 
good one
I personally dont believe in Ghost, altough I believe in God (Agnostic theist), and I believe in Science, and the order that God made. "magic" happens only after we die.
but, some weird shit really is happening. here is one that has happened to me:
I was driving, with 2 more friends from Belgrade to Novi sad (2 biggest cities in Serbia). the road is dull, cause it goes straight for 50 or so miles, no ups and downs, no turns, just straight.
Im driving, for Serbia's terms relatively fast car (Fiat Stilo 1.9 JTD, 115 HP) and in front of me there was Yugo (you all should know the crappiest car ever made, serbia's car) that cannot go faster than 90 kmh (55 mph)
as I was going 170 kmh (105 mph) I started to go by him, turning the flasher light on. at the moment of bypass, I noticed that ALL sound fades!
so, in one moment, I kinda figured out that EVERYTHING slowed down, low pitch, and only my mind, my thoughts were normal speed (or faster, depending on specific time reference)
couldnt move my head on any other side, mostly out of fear, cause it seemed to me that turning the head back is going to be one hell of a task.
40-50 seconds (of mind time, taughts time) after - sound was starting to come back. like the doppler effect. it actually only took 5 seconds of real time, and it got back to normal.
i stopped the car, turned around - only to realize that my friends had the same experience. we took some red vine we had in the car, smoked about 30 cigarets, and didnt go anywhere for another whole hour. fear was huge.
I went back once, to see if there is maybe some kind of time hole, some weird reality error shit, but didnt notice anything weird.
good oneI personally dont believe in Ghost, altough I believe in God (Agnostic theist), and I believe in Science, and the order that God made. "magic" happens only after we die.
but, some weird shit really is happening. here is one that has happened to me:
I was driving, with 2 more friends from Belgrade to Novi sad (2 biggest cities in Serbia). the road is dull, cause it goes straight for 50 or so miles, no ups and downs, no turns, just straight.
Im driving, for Serbia's terms relatively fast car (Fiat Stilo 1.9 JTD, 115 HP) and in front of me there was Yugo (you all should know the crappiest car ever made, serbia's car) that cannot go faster than 90 kmh (55 mph)
as I was going 170 kmh (105 mph) I started to go by him, turning the flasher light on. at the moment of bypass, I noticed that ALL sound fades!
so, in one moment, I kinda figured out that EVERYTHING slowed down, low pitch, and only my mind, my thoughts were normal speed (or faster, depending on specific time reference)
couldnt move my head on any other side, mostly out of fear, cause it seemed to me that turning the head back is going to be one hell of a task.
40-50 seconds (of mind time, taughts time) after - sound was starting to come back. like the doppler effect. it actually only took 5 seconds of real time, and it got back to normal.
i stopped the car, turned around - only to realize that my friends had the same experience. we took some red vine we had in the car, smoked about 30 cigarets, and didnt go anywhere for another whole hour. fear was huge.
I went back once, to see if there is maybe some kind of time hole, some weird reality error shit, but didnt notice anything weird.
NotTheGuyYouKill
Member
Volimar said:
Creepy. Good story, dude. I've never had anything frightening like that happen to me... but it does bring back some memories of something similar.
Back when I was about 14, me and a friend of mine had to make a video montage for our film class at school. We decided to make it on graffiti, so we headed to the Surrey Public Market. It's sort of this large building that had a bunch of stores inside, kinda like a mall, but it never really felt like a mall, you know? It's been closed down for like a decade or so, and it's pretty much abandoned. So we figure it'll be covered in graffiti and head down there to film some shots of it.
So my friend's mom drops us off in the late afternoon and we get to work, looking all over the place to see if there were any cool designs or anything to film. We tried to find a way inside, but everything was boarded, nailed over, and shut down. There were locks on every gate, except one, which had just been left open. After about thirty minutes, we gave up on trying to get inside and just started filming the exteriors. We film the front, the old 'sun god' sign over the market, the walls, etc. We wanted to finish up by tagging the name of our school onto the boarded up wall where the gate was open, and make that our closing shot. So we grab some paint and tag the wall, when we hear it.
It was like an incomprehensible whisper on the other side of the wall. We both sorta got creeped out, but we decided to stay and see if we can hear what was being said. It was weird, like the sounds, the voices were fading in and out. The voices (or maybe it was one voice, they began to blur together a bit) got louder and louder over time, but we could never decipher what they were saying. You ever get that feeling, where you don't think there's something there, you know it? You know that there is something on the other side of that wall or at the end of the tunnel, but you have no idea what it is, and the thought terrifies you? That's what I felt in spades. Me and my buddy, we booked it as the voices began to fade away. It was only later that I really thought about. I knew there was something on the other side of that wall. But what if what was on the other side of the wall knew that I was here? That thought creeped me out so much. I never went back.
I know, it's not exciting or super-creepy like some of the stories. It was probably a homeless person filtered through an overactive imagination... but definitely an unnerving experience for me.
Gamecocks625
Member
UFO sighting of some sort...
When I was somewhere around 10ish years old, I was in my older brother's car on the way back home from the movies. As we entered our neighborhood (we lived on a lake in South Carolina...very woodsy neighborhood) I noticed a light or some sort of object in my passenger side rear view mirror as were turned a corner. I only got a glimpse of it, but it freaked me out because I knew it wasn't the moon and it seemed rather large. Anyways, I started to look around but didn't see anything until we got back to our house. Once we pulled up next to the house, I jumped out of the car and told my brother to start looking in the sky to see if he could see anything. Sure enough down the street, just over the trees we see this cigar looking object hover and move slowly just over the tree line. It freaked the utter snot out of me. It was totally lit up, but not shiny...sort of like a dull light bulb. The light was totally self contained in the sense that it didn't shine like the sun or anything. It also had a few lights around it. But the crazy thing was that it was totally silent...just moved along over the trees. My brother ran after it and I ran inside the house and started yelling to my sister that my brother is about to get taken by aliens (I was like..10..and out of my mind by what I saw..haha). My brother said it moved over the lake and then just ...disappeared. There was a small report in the newspaper the next morning how other people saw this unidentified object around our area. No one knew what it was.
The crazy thing was that several years later my mom and I were having a conversation about stuff when we started talking about the lake house and I brought up how I saw that object. She never said this to me when I was younger, but she said at some other night at the lake house, she was standing on our deck in the back and saw the exact same object in the same area. She had no idea what it was but as we both described what we saw...it totally matched up. I'm not sure why she didn't tell me at the time..probably because she didn't want to scare me as a kid. But it was definitely...interesting.
I'm not sure what it was, but it didn't look like anything I've seen man-made. Whether it was an alien craft...some sort of secret military whatever..who knows. Either way, it was definitely as unidentified as you can get as far as a flying object is concerned.
When I was somewhere around 10ish years old, I was in my older brother's car on the way back home from the movies. As we entered our neighborhood (we lived on a lake in South Carolina...very woodsy neighborhood) I noticed a light or some sort of object in my passenger side rear view mirror as were turned a corner. I only got a glimpse of it, but it freaked me out because I knew it wasn't the moon and it seemed rather large. Anyways, I started to look around but didn't see anything until we got back to our house. Once we pulled up next to the house, I jumped out of the car and told my brother to start looking in the sky to see if he could see anything. Sure enough down the street, just over the trees we see this cigar looking object hover and move slowly just over the tree line. It freaked the utter snot out of me. It was totally lit up, but not shiny...sort of like a dull light bulb. The light was totally self contained in the sense that it didn't shine like the sun or anything. It also had a few lights around it. But the crazy thing was that it was totally silent...just moved along over the trees. My brother ran after it and I ran inside the house and started yelling to my sister that my brother is about to get taken by aliens (I was like..10..and out of my mind by what I saw..haha). My brother said it moved over the lake and then just ...disappeared. There was a small report in the newspaper the next morning how other people saw this unidentified object around our area. No one knew what it was.
The crazy thing was that several years later my mom and I were having a conversation about stuff when we started talking about the lake house and I brought up how I saw that object. She never said this to me when I was younger, but she said at some other night at the lake house, she was standing on our deck in the back and saw the exact same object in the same area. She had no idea what it was but as we both described what we saw...it totally matched up. I'm not sure why she didn't tell me at the time..probably because she didn't want to scare me as a kid. But it was definitely...interesting.
I'm not sure what it was, but it didn't look like anything I've seen man-made. Whether it was an alien craft...some sort of secret military whatever..who knows. Either way, it was definitely as unidentified as you can get as far as a flying object is concerned.
I've been in and out of this thread for awhile now... maybe a year+ and I STILL haven't read the caver story. I think I may have to start it soon.
I did enjoy the last few stories though.
I had a weird experience once when I was young. Its not a very indepth story or anything (I can't think of anything really creepy in my life... maybe I'm suppressing them).
Anyway, a friend and I were on our schools playground late at night. It was probably 6-7pm in the fall when it got darker at night. It was after football practice one day. Our parents were talking in the parking lot for awhile so my friend and I decided to go to the playground to do what 9-10 year olds do. After playing on some of the slides and stuff, we sat down right next to the playground structure to rest for a bit after running around. We talked for about 5 minutes sitting across from each other. After 5 minutes or so passed, a weird/strange flash of light came between us. I mean it appeared about 4 feet away from us, traveled between us and disappeared before we could turn our head. I know we both saw it since we quickly made eye contact and ran back to our parents.
I don't think its anything important or if it was some reflection or something but I know it was a very fast moving "beam" (in the shape of a baseball) light.
I did enjoy the last few stories though.
I had a weird experience once when I was young. Its not a very indepth story or anything (I can't think of anything really creepy in my life... maybe I'm suppressing them).
Anyway, a friend and I were on our schools playground late at night. It was probably 6-7pm in the fall when it got darker at night. It was after football practice one day. Our parents were talking in the parking lot for awhile so my friend and I decided to go to the playground to do what 9-10 year olds do. After playing on some of the slides and stuff, we sat down right next to the playground structure to rest for a bit after running around. We talked for about 5 minutes sitting across from each other. After 5 minutes or so passed, a weird/strange flash of light came between us. I mean it appeared about 4 feet away from us, traveled between us and disappeared before we could turn our head. I know we both saw it since we quickly made eye contact and ran back to our parents.
I don't think its anything important or if it was some reflection or something but I know it was a very fast moving "beam" (in the shape of a baseball) light.
Here's my current favorite UFO video on youtube. Some of the ufos have been explained, and some are pretty obviously cloud formations, and he kind of goes overboard when he drops in a bit of new world order dollar bill stuff, but some of the footage is still pretty chilling. My favorite part is later on in the vid there's a caller to Art Bell's radio show. The guy was probably a nut job, but his story and what happened afterward were unnerving.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87PRVP4EQAo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87PRVP4EQAo
Wanted to post this for a while ever since I was lurker and came by this thread. It happened a few months ago.
In our house we have an antique Grandfather clock which sits on the wall and chimes once every half hour and on each hour. About 3 months back the chime began to fail before eventually stopping completely, it would merely "click" each time it was meant to chime but no sound would be heard. Occasionally it would randomly chime once at the hour/half hour mark but there was no distinct pattern, we must have heard it do this about 4 times collectively.
A few weeks later, my Grandma passed away after fighting Alzheimer's for the past 2 years and before she died, her condition had really deteriorated about 3 days prior to the event. My Mum had been to see her everyday and we knew that she was fading fast. The night of her eventual death, my Mum - who is a notoriously light sleeper and slept very little over this period - was woken by the Grandfather clock at 2am, it chimed 12 times (or a large amount, she didn't count but assumed it was the whole 12 as it would make sense) and then once at every half hour and 1 chime at 3am, 2 chimes at 4am and the final chime at 4.30am. We woke the next morning to a phone call from my Grandad.
That same clock has not chimed since that night, no random chimes, nothing. It remains mute to this day. I can't explain it and it certainly seems crazy. Of course I cannot prove the story but it has made me wonder if there really is something out there..
In our house we have an antique Grandfather clock which sits on the wall and chimes once every half hour and on each hour. About 3 months back the chime began to fail before eventually stopping completely, it would merely "click" each time it was meant to chime but no sound would be heard. Occasionally it would randomly chime once at the hour/half hour mark but there was no distinct pattern, we must have heard it do this about 4 times collectively.
A few weeks later, my Grandma passed away after fighting Alzheimer's for the past 2 years and before she died, her condition had really deteriorated about 3 days prior to the event. My Mum had been to see her everyday and we knew that she was fading fast. The night of her eventual death, my Mum - who is a notoriously light sleeper and slept very little over this period - was woken by the Grandfather clock at 2am, it chimed 12 times (or a large amount, she didn't count but assumed it was the whole 12 as it would make sense) and then once at every half hour and 1 chime at 3am, 2 chimes at 4am and the final chime at 4.30am. We woke the next morning to a phone call from my Grandad.
That same clock has not chimed since that night, no random chimes, nothing. It remains mute to this day. I can't explain it and it certainly seems crazy. Of course I cannot prove the story but it has made me wonder if there really is something out there..
Zombie James
Banned
Volimar said:
That Art Bell thing at the end was creepy.
mt1200 said:
Skeptoid (podcast) has a fantastic episode on this. Unlike most of the content on this show, this is one of the few topics that remains unsolved. Here's the gist of it:
1. Divided in multiple sections regarding different topics
2. Written in an unknown, and so far undecipherable language
3. Has two writers
4. Written on expensive (for the time) parchment
5. Contains unknown flora and fauna
Those are the basic bullet points, but I really recommend checking out that particular episode. Definitely one of my favorite "unsolved" artifacts.
VelvetMouth
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I've had two kind of weird things happen to me;
When I was 11 my mother's brother came to visit. They don't see each other very often and my great grandparents were still alive and came over to visit. I went to kiss my great grandfather but something felt off and I said to my mother, he doesn't feel like my oupa. I got in trouble for being rude. The next morning my parents and uncle went over to my great grandparents house to see him being loaded into an ambulance, dead.
We lived in an apartment with a laundry room on the second floor. I stood at the top of the stairs with my laundry basket in my arms and I 'saw' myself falling down the stairs. Seconds later I stepped down and fell down 2 flights of stairs. My ankle was all messed up and I had to drag myself over to our apartment to call my then boyfriend to come help me.
*edit* Another weird thing on Sept 11 we were lying in bed and our dog who sleeps with us got up and started panting and barking. We calmed her down, got up, showered and got ready to take my mother in law to the airport. My husband was loading up the car and I just happened to quickly check my e-mail. I opened Yahoo and it said the twin towers had collapsed. I didn't even know what the twin towers were. We were about to get into the car when I said to my husband oh the twin towers collapsed thinking they're radio towers or antenna's or something. He freaked out when he figured out that our dog was panting and barking at the time of the attack.
When I was 11 my mother's brother came to visit. They don't see each other very often and my great grandparents were still alive and came over to visit. I went to kiss my great grandfather but something felt off and I said to my mother, he doesn't feel like my oupa. I got in trouble for being rude. The next morning my parents and uncle went over to my great grandparents house to see him being loaded into an ambulance, dead.
We lived in an apartment with a laundry room on the second floor. I stood at the top of the stairs with my laundry basket in my arms and I 'saw' myself falling down the stairs. Seconds later I stepped down and fell down 2 flights of stairs. My ankle was all messed up and I had to drag myself over to our apartment to call my then boyfriend to come help me.
*edit* Another weird thing on Sept 11 we were lying in bed and our dog who sleeps with us got up and started panting and barking. We calmed her down, got up, showered and got ready to take my mother in law to the airport. My husband was loading up the car and I just happened to quickly check my e-mail. I opened Yahoo and it said the twin towers had collapsed. I didn't even know what the twin towers were. We were about to get into the car when I said to my husband oh the twin towers collapsed thinking they're radio towers or antenna's or something. He freaked out when he figured out that our dog was panting and barking at the time of the attack.
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Yeah he's either scared shitless or is a great actor.bud said:
For anyone who missed it:
http://blogs.abc.net.au/localradio/2009/10/the-pilliga-princess-.html
PushTheButtonMax
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delta25 said:
Elaborate?
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McNei1y said:
Oh, didn't know he wore a bag, I should have recognized the symbol though.
I've been meaning to post this for a couple of weeks now but kept forgetting, so thank you for bumping this thread.
The server room at where I worked as IT support for a couple of months a year ago was a really strange place. I almost said haunted but there are very close realistic explanations for most of what happened in there so I won't go that far. Basically, you got into the server room by walking through a larger room that was not actually part of the server room itself. The server room had enormous ventilation and everything you would expect from a server room at a reasonably large workplace.
This larger room you had to walk through (we always called this room the "server room" for some reason despite it not being the actual room) had the same security measures as the actual room, they both needed a code and you needed to have a pass card. Through the years, this larger pass-through room had been packed full of shit that was too valuable to throw away but too old or big to actually use or have anywhere else, such as old servers. There were also a fair amount of Christmas decorations in there that I don't think had been used for Christmases since the late nineties, but they sort of gave the room an absurd vibe of Christmas cheer. Irrelevant to my story though.
Whenever whoever was last on any given day left work, he or she would have to turn the alarm on for this outer room, meaning no one should reasonably have been able to enter that room between around five in the afternoon and seven in the morning - assuming someone wanted to get into that room first thing in the morning that is, there were days when no one needed to get in there and therefore it stayed with the alarm on those days.
Stuff moved inside that room overnight. No big things like cardboard boxes or servers, but small things that you could never prove had moved. Like boxes of screws or tiny network switches that stood on top of things. I didn't mind working in this room to start off with, but I started noticing these little things and it fucking creeped me out to the point where I wouldn't go there unless I absolutely had to. Only this outer room gave me creeps, the actual server room was all okay, although that room was always completely lit up and loud and ventilated since it was a server room.
The worst thing that moved inside there was a can of talc powder (I think that's the word? The stuff they use in diapers in Disney cartoons from the 50s.) that for some reason was left inside that room, long past its expiration date. I had found the can in there a couple of days earlier while moving screens into that room for storage and its age amused me a little, which was why I remembered where it was supposed to stand. It was best before 1997 or some weird date, I guess they absorb moisture or something to give them that short an expiration time.
The deal with this particular can of talc powder was that it had fallen down onto the floor from its position firmly on top of the box. No big deal, except that it could and should have set off the motion sensor alarm, and there was absolutely no reason for it to have fallen that far away from where I put it, even if it tipped over it wouldn't have been able to roll off the edge.
On the floor around this can was a pile of talc powder, the sort of pile you would expect from a half-full can of any powder falling off this box. What fucked with my mind was that this can was closed. It even had the plastic cover inside (the same thing as in spice cans) to distribute the powder evenly. There was no way for the powder to escape the can.
I'm not writing well right now, but another odd thing was how the lights would switch on and off overnight; there were three or four light switches inside that room to control different sections' and smaller chambers' lighting. By the time you were on your way out of there, at least in my case I was too lazy and sometimes too scared to go turn these smaller chambers' lights off if I had forgotten to do that first, so I would just leave them running overnight if I was last. You could come back the next day to any combination of lights on and off, rarely what you left the room with. Normally the lights would be inverted, say I left all but the light switch closest to the door on and shut that one off, I would come back to the reverse, all off but the door light.
I explained it at the time with that a janitor or someone went in there occasionally and moved stuff around, but really the only people who had access to there were the IT people. The talc one is really the only thing I can't explain away with bad memory and/or electricity errors though.
The server room at where I worked as IT support for a couple of months a year ago was a really strange place. I almost said haunted but there are very close realistic explanations for most of what happened in there so I won't go that far. Basically, you got into the server room by walking through a larger room that was not actually part of the server room itself. The server room had enormous ventilation and everything you would expect from a server room at a reasonably large workplace.
This larger room you had to walk through (we always called this room the "server room" for some reason despite it not being the actual room) had the same security measures as the actual room, they both needed a code and you needed to have a pass card. Through the years, this larger pass-through room had been packed full of shit that was too valuable to throw away but too old or big to actually use or have anywhere else, such as old servers. There were also a fair amount of Christmas decorations in there that I don't think had been used for Christmases since the late nineties, but they sort of gave the room an absurd vibe of Christmas cheer. Irrelevant to my story though.
Whenever whoever was last on any given day left work, he or she would have to turn the alarm on for this outer room, meaning no one should reasonably have been able to enter that room between around five in the afternoon and seven in the morning - assuming someone wanted to get into that room first thing in the morning that is, there were days when no one needed to get in there and therefore it stayed with the alarm on those days.
Stuff moved inside that room overnight. No big things like cardboard boxes or servers, but small things that you could never prove had moved. Like boxes of screws or tiny network switches that stood on top of things. I didn't mind working in this room to start off with, but I started noticing these little things and it fucking creeped me out to the point where I wouldn't go there unless I absolutely had to. Only this outer room gave me creeps, the actual server room was all okay, although that room was always completely lit up and loud and ventilated since it was a server room.
The worst thing that moved inside there was a can of talc powder (I think that's the word? The stuff they use in diapers in Disney cartoons from the 50s.) that for some reason was left inside that room, long past its expiration date. I had found the can in there a couple of days earlier while moving screens into that room for storage and its age amused me a little, which was why I remembered where it was supposed to stand. It was best before 1997 or some weird date, I guess they absorb moisture or something to give them that short an expiration time.
The deal with this particular can of talc powder was that it had fallen down onto the floor from its position firmly on top of the box. No big deal, except that it could and should have set off the motion sensor alarm, and there was absolutely no reason for it to have fallen that far away from where I put it, even if it tipped over it wouldn't have been able to roll off the edge.
On the floor around this can was a pile of talc powder, the sort of pile you would expect from a half-full can of any powder falling off this box. What fucked with my mind was that this can was closed. It even had the plastic cover inside (the same thing as in spice cans) to distribute the powder evenly. There was no way for the powder to escape the can.
I'm not writing well right now, but another odd thing was how the lights would switch on and off overnight; there were three or four light switches inside that room to control different sections' and smaller chambers' lighting. By the time you were on your way out of there, at least in my case I was too lazy and sometimes too scared to go turn these smaller chambers' lights off if I had forgotten to do that first, so I would just leave them running overnight if I was last. You could come back the next day to any combination of lights on and off, rarely what you left the room with. Normally the lights would be inverted, say I left all but the light switch closest to the door on and shut that one off, I would come back to the reverse, all off but the door light.
I explained it at the time with that a janitor or someone went in there occasionally and moved stuff around, but really the only people who had access to there were the IT people. The talc one is really the only thing I can't explain away with bad memory and/or electricity errors though.
Atramental
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Man there's some really crazy stories in here. Why doesn't cool stuff like this happen to me? 
Neuromancer
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I just downloaded it.. Supposedly it looks for 'quantum flux' whatever that is, :lol.Volimar said:
Also, really cool story Rapstah.
NotTheGuyYouKill
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Atramental said:Man there's some really crazy stories in here. Why doesn't cool stuff like this happen to me?
Cause according to your professors, you're no longer worthy to experience the supernatural, you heathen.
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That's probably it.NotTheGuyYouKill said:
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I downloaded the Ghost Radar app and within the first 5 minutes I had a hit in my living room and it said "finger", "continent", and "sign". There was a yellow blip that turned blue then disappeared.
Nothing since, so I wonder if that was fake to make me want to use it. =P
Nothing since, so I wonder if that was fake to make me want to use it. =P
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Rapstah said:I had two blue blobs right next to me... am I dead? I also force myself to turn the app off when I'm not thinking about it because I KNOW I would die if it surprised me with saying something.
Maybe we should go all Ghost Adventures on it and start yelling "COME AT ME BRO".
Well, if you look at it running the biggest screamer of "fake" is probably that the graphics go round in a circle. There's really no need for any radar that does not have a spinning dish to do that. If you move the phone while there are dots on it, they also stay at where the phone first saw them.
Rapstah said:
Ghost sightings and feelings of anxiety and fear are frequently found in places like that. Server rooms or other rooms with big ventilation systems. It has to do with very deep sound frequencies emanating from the ventilation. You don't hear them, but you feel them, and this can often produce a feeling of dread. It doesn't explain things moving around, of course, but if you have ever felt extra anxious in there, it might just be sound waves.
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It started spitting out a lot of words and green, red and blue blobs everywhere.
There was a commercial for pasta on tv and it said "italian". That was cool.
My wife began to implore the ghosts to pants me and that didn't happen.
Some googling has a lot of articles either swearing it's 100% real or 100% fake.
There was a commercial for pasta on tv and it said "italian". That was cool.
My wife began to implore the ghosts to pants me and that didn't happen.
Some googling has a lot of articles either swearing it's 100% real or 100% fake.