I once lived in a bedsit for 5 years, for 3 of those years I was the only tenant as people just wouldn't stay.
Shortly after I moved in, I got a kitten and one night while watching TV with the lights out she suddenly arched her back and was hissing and spitting looking over at my door.
For a brief moment i saw a tall dark shape as though someone was leaning against the door.
Enough to make me run out of the room to knock at next door to come and see.
Even though I had to run through whatever it was to get out.
Of course by the time they came back with me it had gone.
My boyfriend at the time refused to stay over again after one night he was woken to see someone with long hair leaning over him, her hands on his neck, he thought it was me until he turned and saw me lying asleep.
Someone from a downstairs bedsit was screaming one night that something had followed him down the corridor and sat on his bed.
After I'd been there few months I met the landlord for the first time.
I asked him if the place was haunted, he gave me a peculiar look and said no, it used to be but they'd had the place exorcised before turning into bedsits.
I told him it hadn't worked, he then went to my door and leaned against it, asking if thats what I'd seen.
There a few other incidences but Learnt which places to avoid at night.
Recently the whole building has been made into a shop with showrooms upstairs and down.
One day I might just ask them if they've experienced anything odd in there.
Sounds like load of hokum but its all very true
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Thu 5 Nov 2015, 22:46, 3 replies)

RawHead Rex

( spanishfly is so fucking sexy people impersonate him, Thu 5 Nov 2015, 14:38, 14 replies)

They see him in the churchyard, creeping.
For a year he's been alone.
The sadness numbs all his senses.
And, well, he digs her up, finds he can't shag her because she's decomposed too much and chops a rooster's head off for anouncing hte morning.
Still, you've got to laugh.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Thu 5 Nov 2015, 0:50, 3 replies)

Too scary for the kids on the doorstep
If you want to terrify the trick or treaters at Halloween, wear a rubber devil mask and growl at them.

When they say 'Poo, that's just a mask!' whip it off, to reveal a further horse-head mask underneath.

The horse mask suddenly pops out, giving an effect like when the bloke in Beetlejuice pulls his face out into a beak.

We frightened so many children so severely with that one that we're seriously expecting to be sued.
Even the teenagers were thoroughly rattled.

Mr Quar was half-suffocated but it was worth it.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Wed 4 Nov 2015, 19:29, 4 replies)

Halloween is all about...
A couple of weeks before Halloween I took the six year old sproglet with me shopping. I found myself being dragged and nagged towards the Halloween costumes.

I gave into the inevitable and sproglet settled on a "scary bride" type of outfit. Appropriate makeup was sweetly requested and we settled for a pack of white, red and black face paint.

In the checkout queue Little'un asked how the completed makeup should look I went into an explanation of how the face should be white with black around the eyes and mouth with little trickles of red "blood" in order to look really scary. "Dad", she replied "Halloween isn't just about looking scary, it's also about Jesus and God!"
( Vambo, Tue 3 Nov 2015, 22:31, 2 replies)

( $$ ✅, Tue 3 Nov 2015, 21:26, Reply)

Many moons ago.........
Back in my youth - when I was young and carefree - I went to a Halloween party in a local pub dressed as Jesus. A bedsheet was used for my holy robes, a crown of thorns was constructed from wire, and red hair dye was used for blood.

I got drunk and a had a scuffle with a bloke dressed as the devil. We soon realised how silly it was and went back inside for a pint.

Yeah, crazy shit!
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Tue 3 Nov 2015, 11:08, 9 replies)

My family used to have a cottage out on the Welsh borders
Staying there as a child was pretty scary - it was very isolated, down a track at the edge of a forest, at night it got so dark that you couldn't see your own hand in front of your face and the toilet was outside in a shed that was invariably infested with huge, horrible spiders.

Scarier than that though, was being trapped as an adult at a recent family barbecue by a slightly dotty aunt while she recalled all the times she'd felt the presence of spirits there, how it was haunted by this ghost and that ghost, how there was a spectral carriage with horses that used to ride up and down the track at night etc. etc. while I had to keep nodding with a straight face.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 2 Nov 2015, 12:06, 10 replies)

Mutilated Skull
I'm walking along the street, whistling a happy tune. There's a large lorry parked by the side of the fairly narrow pavement, but there's room to squeeze past between it and the fence. As I pass, suddenly something lolls out of a gap in the wooden slats, mere inches from my face.

I look up. It's pink and fleshy, with clumps of hair sprouting from it. It's scarred and caked in filth, but in a flash I recognise it as a deformed, shrivelled human head. Worse, where the eye should be there's just a gaping, empty socket, caked in blood.

I let out a yell that caused cyclists to swerve and a flock of birds to wheel frantically into the air. Lurching back against the fence beside me, I cower as far away from this ghastly apparition as I can.

And from there I can see that it is, in fact, the nose of a curious cow. The "eye socket" was its nostril.

Bastard.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 2 Nov 2015, 9:03, 2 replies)

Where our love used to be, only shadows from the past I see.
Time can't seem to erase the vision of your smiling face. Though you found someone new, I can't get over you.
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Sun 1 Nov 2015, 22:53, 4 replies)