10 Bits of Films I absolutely cannot watch
I'm a bit of a wimp when it comes to scary bits in films, to the extent where I have to leave the room altogether because even the music 'sting' of the following scenes is enough to cause worrying vibrations in my bowels. Funnily enough, the fact that I've seen all of these multiple times (or, more accurately, cowered in the bedroom with a pillow over my head multiple times) does not make them any less disturbing:

1) The aforementioned bit of 7even where the emaciated bloke comes alive.
2) Ben Gardner's head coming through the bottom of the boat in Jaws. Much scarier than the 'leg' scene, even when you know it's coming. In fact, probably worse.
3) The scene where the ghostly pair of legs walk pass the bathroom door in the Sixth Sense.
4) The final scene of Carrie.
5) The bathroom scene in The Shining.
6) The strange dwarf woman in Don't Look Now

Now this isn't too embarrassing so far, because at least they're all supposed to be fairly scary films. But now these start getting really pathetic...

7) Most of the Doctor Who episode 'Blink'.
8) The hand of the corpses in Harry Potter Episode VI
9) The first crocodile attack in Crocodile Dundee

and most pathetic of all...

10) The scene in Jonathan Creek (yes, Jonathan Creek) where the old lady dreams that the cyclops is coming to get her.
( ousgg is not seeking approval, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 20:16, 8 replies)

But in all seriousness
When I was about 10, the BBC showed a documentary about a hypothetical black hole coming within range of earth and sucking us all in.

Now, in the way that only a ten year old can, I was obsessively terrified of this concept, because in my mind, I believed that them doing a documentary on it could only be a sign that they had evidence it was going to happen, hidden away somewhere.

So whenever I felt the room I was in shake (Common, as both my school and house were by two heavily used roads by lorries) I would shit myself and think that it was happening and we would all die.

I can't remember when I stopped worrying about this. I believe I had my first wank about the time I did, however. Maybe there is some correlation?
( B.T., Sat 9 Apr 2011, 20:12, 3 replies)

ChiTown Guys reminds me of one I saw.
I'm in court a fair bit, and I've seen a few gruesome murder cases. The worst case I've ever seen was an extradition case to Lithuania.


Please stop reading if you are sensitive to sex crimes or Offences against children.


It was a gang rape case. They gang raped an 8 year old on a tennis court- here's the worst part... it happened on the 25th of December.


Awful stuff.
(FondaAccord, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 20:08, 8 replies)

I have played Silent Hill
I have played Resident Evil
I have played Shadowman.

None of them, but none of them are as pants-shittingly terrifying as the sound of a zombie or skeleton in minecraft when you're miles from the spawnpoint with low health and tonnes of precious ore.

These guys should take a leaf out of Mojang's book.
( B.T., Sat 9 Apr 2011, 20:04, 4 replies)

QED: A Guide to Armageddon
Shown on BBC 2 in the early 80s - it looks at might what happen if a 1 megaton nuclear bomb were to explode over St Pauls cathedral. I don't think I blinked through the whole thing :oO

Any documentary that ends with the narrator posing the question "Would the survivors envy the dead?" must be a bit harrowing!

Enjoy: youtu.be/7AYMS1po0L8
( h3donist tryin' to play me out as if my name is Sega.., Sat 9 Apr 2011, 19:54, 4 replies)

Starfish
THIS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=HG17TsgV_qI
Creeps my other half out something rotten. David Attenborough on Life, a sped up timelapse of starfish swarming over a deal seal pup.
( Bathory, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 19:23, 8 replies)

My girlfriend's brother
was sitting a few feet away from me while I slept off a Saturday afternoon drinking session (I hasten to add we were both fully clothed and I wasn't drinking anything that may have come out of him before you start). At some point I became agitated and said 'Squirrels' angrily.

Apparently the irritation, and unexpected nature, this was said with put the shits right up 'im.
( Funkenschlag still likes dogs more than cats, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 19:17, 2 replies)

Colin
Last month I was doing a spot of what is now called Urban Exploring at an abandoned mental hospital near where I live. This place had been closed since the 90's and is in pretty poor condition, fire damaged and lots of graffiti.

So me and a couple of others decided to look round, take some photos and such. I'd been there before and knew the rough layout and how to get in and what to see. There's some pretty cool photo oppurtunities, rusted lockers, fliers for 20 years ago in the staff room, rotten remains of a piano and suchlike, all pretty neat if you like that sort of thing.

Anyway, the graffiti. A lot of it was typical enough, and someone had tried very hard to write creepy graffiti, but frankly "abandon all hope ye who enter here" upside down crucifixes and slayer lyrics is just trying too hard, and frankly more funny than anything.

The creepiest things there included: A small room wallpapered entirely in childerens nursery wallpaper. A flaking mural done apparently by childeren in bright primary colours and the final, most creepy thing in the entire place?

A very simple peice of graffiti. Someone had written on one of the remaining doors in a sharpie marker "Colin, shut the door". Something about those words just creeped me out way more than the slayer lyrics and the like.
(Fredz A graveyard of hopes, a dump of ambition, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 18:53, 11 replies)

Only a car
Sat innocuously on one of the floors of the military museum in Vienna is the car that Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand was travelling through the streets of Sarajevo in 1914. The car that he was sat in when he was shot and killed- the event that started the first world war. The car is unremarkable I can't even remember the make and I don't recall the museum ever making a big play of it's existence- but it is one of the most unsettling objects I have ever been in the company of.

I have been to Auschwitz and more recently the Terror Haza museum in Budapest and both left an indelible impression but it is this car that is the creepiest object. Simply because it worked as it was supposed to, eleven million people died- amongst which are almost certainly the relations of almost anyone here. It is in a well lit room and not presented for shock and awe purposes and you still don't want to spend too long in the company of it.
(Leonard Hatred briefly did some work on, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 18:44, 1 reply)

Spooky Fog
Around 4 years ago me and my wife were driving back from a camping weekend in Worcestershire.

The M40 was a bit foggy in places, just as we hit a patch of fog, a chunk of fog split away from the main cloud of fog, and formed into a pretty good representation of a hand and arm! The "hand" reached towards us like it was trying to grab one of the front wheels!

My wife screamed and I swerved a bit to avoid it.

Scary at the time, but probably just a result of wind and air currents from vehicles. I really wish I had footage of this!
( Vambo, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 18:44, Reply)

I am the courts reporter for a newspaper.
So far, most of what I've read here hasn't gone to the level of what I see in court files almost daily, including details of murders, rapes and people doing horrible things to children or the mentally retarded (yes, sexually molesting the mentally incapable). No matter how jaded I get, someone always manages to do something to shock or disgust.

One man -- a firefighter -- had been molesting his stepdaughter since she had been 10 years old. When her mom moved on to another man, she elected to stay with the firefighter/stepdad.

When he grounded her in seventh grade (about 12 years old) for coming home late, he made her a deal -- he'd rescind if she did him three "favors." A friend who is into BDSM was aghast at the things he did to someone, much less a child (no, I won't give details). Some things he did are, in times of war, refered to as attrocities and would shock Amnesty International. I couldn't finish reading the probable cause affidavit.

During the man's sentencing, where his lawyer actually argued for no prison time beyond time served, a therapeutic program and probation, the prosecutor said that some of the worst things he did weren't even put into the probable cause affidavit.

From the stand, the victim yelled at her former stepfather that she could not even relate to kids her own age anymore because of what she'd experienced.

A friend of the stepfather's mother insinutated to me after the sentencing that the girl had initiated everything and was far from innocent, as if a child could conceive of such things.

Everything connected with this made me want to shower for hours, scrubbing away just to get it off me.

Movies, video games, caterpillars, ouija boards and bad dreams? Seriously, most of us live far too comfortable lives if that's all it takes to give us the creeps.

I will give credit to the Unit 731 and Akinwale Arobieke entries, though. That's what creeps me out, the levels that we as people can sink to.
(ChiTown Guy Dating when 35+: sane, single, attractive - pick 2, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 17:47, 11 replies)

Being ridden by the hag....
...not as much fun as it sounds.

You wake up in the dead of night and look around. The room is slightly different, stretched, intense. It's your bedroom alright, but there's no door. The wardrobe looks disconcertingly far away and the surfaces are tinted with the reflections of the night. An all-pervading sense of dread overwhelms and holy shit! what is that at the end of the bed? Jeez...it's a wizened little head attached to a tiny doll body and it's fixing me with an unblinking, lazer stare. It is completely malevolent, completely evil and completely focused on hurting me.

Motherfucker! It's slowly crawling up my body, I can feel it on my legs. But I can't move. Trying to scream, yell, breathe, nothing. Sweating. Terrified. Closer, fuck, it's closer...I can feel it on my chest, pressing down. Skinny arms with deep-fried raptor hands reach out, I feel them on my throat, feel the skinny fingers, the scratch of decayed nails, squeezing. The pressure on my chest increasing, complete, total uncontrollable fear. An explosive breath and the room shifts to normal, and I can sit up, gasping. Only the fear remains.

And that is about as close as I can get to describing a hypnagogic hallucination, the type of which used to plague my teens and early twenties until I learned to control and manipulate them (and they became kind of trippy then).

These days, I get the audio version. It's usually someone banging very loudly on my window, an old style telephone ring, or the front door opening violently. I tell myself it's all in my head...
(Mousy Tongue ...Generally bemused by life..., Sat 9 Apr 2011, 17:23, 2 replies)

Pray for us
I used to live in a little village with fields, woods, a church, etc. Very pretty and normal. My usual dog walking path took me over the fields behind the church and into some woods. Just as you entered the trees there was a small shrine. It was dedicated to St. Germain, a bishop who'd wandered through the area 1000 years ago and miraculously cured someone who was lame. There was a small pool, with stone steps leading down to it, and a tiny chapel - no more than a niche in a rock wall really, with a tacky religious picture and a grill over the front of it.

The pool was about 4ft long, and my neighbours had told me the legend that mothers would bring their babies to the pool and lay them in it. If they floated then they would be healthy. If one side of their body dipped under the water then they would be lame, and they should pray to St. Germain.

Usually the pool was covered in leaves and the place a bit overgrown, but one day when I walked past it was obvious that someone had cleared away the bushes and branches. Even the pool was clear. I stopped to have a closer look, and I noticed a piece of paper stuck into the chapel. Through the bars I could just read 'Priez pour nous, St. Germain', meaning 'Pray for us, St. Germain'. I just assumed someone was making an effort to clean up the place.

Next day I walked past, and there was a bunch of flowers laid at the base of the chapel, and another note, this one folded over so I couldn't read it. Obviously someone was taking this seriously. The next day there was nothing new, nor the next. But a couple of days later I came past and there was green ivy strands woven through the bars of the chapel. Flower petals were strewn over the steps leading down to the pool, and the surface was covered in them. A single tiny shoe, obviously for a baby, lay by the side of the pool. On the rock around the niche were the stubs of candles with the wax dripped down. I was very intrigued and looked through the bars to see if there was a new note. Sure enough, there was: 'A votre honneur, St. Germain', 'to your honour, St. Germain'.

As I stood there in the shade I suddenly realised that everything had gone still and silent. The dog had run off, there were no birds singing, even the wind in the trees seemed to have dropped. I literally felt a chill run over my body. Then I heard a faint whispering sound, almost a chuckling. I turned around quickly, convinced there was someone behind me, but nothing. I looked down to the pool: water was dribbling in from a small pipe sticking out of the rock, and then overflowing into a drain with a faint gurgling, chuckling noise. The flower petals stirred on the surface and the trees started to shake as the wind picked up. I hurried away from there, chasing after the dog.

Next day I didn't want to go past the shrine, and I took a different route. And the next day. But after that I told myself I was being stupid and went that way. The shrine looked empty, deserted. They ivy strands had dried and shrivelled in the bars of the chapel. The flower petals had blown away. Even the trees and bushes seemed to have grown back into the space, making it seem more wild. The water looked black, empty, dead. I looked into the niche. The previous notes had been burnt and lay in black ashes on the base of the tiny chapel. Now there was a new note: "À travers les rites des incendies, je convoque les vents pour vous envoyez à l'enfer". "Through fire rituals I call on the winds to send you to hell". I looked around: the bushes and trees seemed to be reaching out for me; the surface of the water rippled and moved. I turned and ran, and never walked the dog there again.
(Smale is stuffed, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 17:22, 5 replies)

Zippy.
From 'Rainbow'. He has fucking zip for a mouth for christ's sake. A zip. For a mouth. A zip.




For a fucking mouth.
( PMGT -Bacon., Sat 9 Apr 2011, 17:11, 4 replies)

This..
www.outsideprague.com/kutna_hora/bone_church.html

Well freaky! :)

*pop*
(bottle_cap, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 16:26, 3 replies)

Horrific scenes of torture and violence - limbs ripped off, red-hot pokers stuck up bottoms, the next victims looking on, weeping and biting their nails -
All this is painted, much bigger than life size and in minute detail, inside the dome of the cathedral in Florence. The tortures seem to be the exact sort of thing that people in the 15th century would have heard about, except that huge frightening devils are inflicting them.

They are very explicit, with for example the aforementioned hot poker being inserted into the sinner's jacksy while the torturing devil lifts him by an ankle. As the victims are naked, we can tell this one is a bloke because his privates dangle in our faces.

Above it is represented Purgatory and at the top is Heaven, with the saints and angels.
But it's Hell that caught my eye. Just imagine being at church back when it was painted, and your attention wanders, and you glance up, and see... Hell!
You might want to close your eyes again and pray that bit harder.

These paintings might be the best thing I've ever seen, in terms of shock value anyway. Their message was clear - in the 15th century, you believed in God and behaved, or else!

If you're ever in the area, pop in and scare yourself. It's not expensive and you can get quite close if you don't mind climbing up the narrow stairs.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 15:47, 2 replies)

CRCMH
Wonder how many people here will know of the Canadian Red Cross Memorial Hospital? It has an entire website dedicated to it for anyone who wishes to find out more, but it is/was basically an abandoned hospital in Twyford, Berkshire. To get to it, you had to go through Burnham Beeches woods, which for anyone from the local area, or avid fans of David Icke, knows has been linked to Satanic cults, etc. So the woods are a little spooky to begin with. Then you pull up outside the gates for CRCMH. With the looming outline of the hospital in the darkness. There was also the circulating rumour of 'The Creeper' inside there - a demon apparently sighted by a group of teens who'd been there a few years previous. I remembered reading it on their website at around 12-13yrs old, and it really creeped the pants off me. Then to actually find out this place was right on my doorstep!

Sadly the only time I ended up there was when helping friends with a media studies film - they wanted a skinny young looking dark haired girl to stand in the middle of the woods a la 'The Ring' in a white lace frock, and asked me to be her. Burnham Beeches was chosen, in the middle of fucking winter. Cue me being left, shoeless, wearing only this daft lacey frock, in the middle of Burnham Beeches woods whilst they drove off with the camera, driving by to get the shot several minutes later... over and over again. Those woods are creepy as hell at night. Silent besides the wind and the animal noises. And dark. Really, really dark. After they got the shots they wanted, to couple with the spookiness of the woods, we went off to CRCMH.

Never did get to go inside. It's looming presence, along with the stories from people who'd come back from there, were enough to make the boys start to squeal. As I squealed I wanted to go in! yes, in my little lacey frock. I had at least put my shoes back on at this point though! Apparently the inside of the hospital was just left, completely abandoned - equipment, records, beds and all. THAT is what creeps me out more than any horror story coming out of there. The fact that abandoned places become just a snapshot in time, like everyone just left and that was it. I don't know why, but I find it so, so creepy to just leave everything behind in a post-apocalyptic fashion. There's always the thought of what the hell made everyone just up and leave like that? Why did nobody come back for the equipment, the patient records? I know the logical explaination is probably simply 'Funding'. But it still creeps me out.

Sadly, CRCMH has since been knocked down for flats so I shall never get the chance to go inside.
( Bathory, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 15:47, Reply)

This is the scariest thing I've ever seen.
I've put it as a reply, in case people aren't feeling up to it.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 15:28, 3 replies)

Those children's beauty pageants Americans seem to enjoy so much
The kind of people who a) make their kids compete, and (probably even more so) b) JUDGE the thing, are seriously creepy
(tree hugger putting the "semen" in "basement"..., Sat 9 Apr 2011, 15:27, 4 replies)

UFO Car Stop phenomenon...
Many years ago, on a rather damp and misty night on the Isle of Skye, I was round at a friend's house dropping off some computery bits. We had a cup of tea and watched the tail end of a Discovery Channel nonsense piece about UFOs. Wooo spooky, "Truth Is Out There", fire up the Proteus for that X-Files whistle sample stuff. Great.
Off home I went, and thought "oh, if I cut over this back road I can catch the Chinese takeaway before it shuts". For those who know it, this is the Struan road; for those who do not, a single-track (wide enough for one not-very-wide car) road that winds across moorland and through some forest plantation. Did I mention the thick mist? Could barely see past the end of the bonnet.
So as I aimed my wee Volvo 340 off up the steep hill at the start of this road, I noticed that my headlights kept flickering. At first I put it down to just changes in the mist, but no - they would go a bit brighter, then back to normal. Odd. Oh well. Flicker, flicker. There it goes again. Odd. Heh, UFOs. Heh.

The hill gets steeper just as you get to the top and go around a corner, and then you're out of sight of the houses. Cog it down to third for the steep part, the engine splutters a bit. Must just be the damp, it's really misty. UFOs! Heheh. Mmmm, chinese food soon. Flicker flicker. Dammit, why is it doing that? Down to second for the tight bend at the top - splutter splutter blork.
Dark, and quiet. The engine stopped, the lights went off, the radios went off, the dashboard and all the instrument lights went off. FFFFUUU UFOs! ohshitohshitohshit UFOs!

No, a grotty earth terminal on the battery.

Sorry about the length, but at least it was easy to clean off the vinyl seats.
(gordonjcp, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 14:56, Reply)

My friends mums photo from medjugorje
This is a place where the virgin Mary appears. She often goes on old lady trips to said place. One day was in friends house and his mum comes and shows me a photo her friend had got developed in Ireland from the trip.

Oh thats weird says I. Seems to be sum flames round that bush in the photo. Look closer she says. Then I see it. Mary. In flames. Holding the rosary beads. From her nose down in the photo. The picture itself was of the mountain at night with a bush in front. An amazing photo taken from an instant camera.
( dazbrilliantwhites has been meaning to change this..., Sat 9 Apr 2011, 14:36, 3 replies)

....the final 15 odd minutes..
of the film Audition (can't remember if it's a Korean or Japanese flick) is the most horrible and creepy thing I have ever seen. I actually can feel something around my ankles while watching it....bleurgh!! Don't want to spoil it for those that haven't seen it....but beware it will freak you out!
(Cheese Balls, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 14:36, 7 replies)

SO back to my house.
One story thats pretty good is the safety windows one. Now first you have to get a mental layout of the house. It's cross shaped on top while on the bottom it's an L. Now All the bedrooms are on the L part (newest part of house oldest part of L being roughly 70 years old). The rooms are on the outside of the L while a small long corridor leads to the last room on the inside.

Now as the house is old it has two access points into the attic. One 70 years old and only big enough for a child and the new one which is normal sized.

Aat the time my brother was living in the house and his room was last on the corridor and end of the L. He had walked up to the boiling kettle for some tea which is at the top of the house when he heard a HUGE thump. Wondering what in fuckery he ran into the corridor to see the small child attic cover gone. He then heard another huge thump come from his room.

On entering the window had somehow opened itself (they have safety handles), the curtains had billowed out and all the stuff from his window was over the driveway. Scary thing is when his friend went to get the cover it was way down the other end of the attic.
( dazbrilliantwhites has been meaning to change this..., Sat 9 Apr 2011, 14:28, 2 replies)

Wellity wellity well...
From rolling pins that go missing then return, to a strange UFO sighting in broad daylight (Roasted legumes I think but I shall repost soon) the creepiest, strangest thing I have ever seen was a photo a friend at school showed me.

The best way to describe this lad was that he had gone over to the chav side, whilst I stuck to being a geek, but I had known him forever and our parents were friends so I did chat to him quite often at school.

Now this lad was far from the sort that would be prone to flights of fantasy, we were 13/14 and it was morning break at school. I don't recall exactly how it happened but he had this photo he was showing some mutual friends. I had a look and my god it was weird.

To put this into perspective, this was the early 90's, the photo was a film processed (superdrug or the like) bog standard photo; the lad lived on a council estate - his parents were typical grafters (Nurse and warehouseman)... There wasn't the technology to fabricate this image.

The photo was of him sat in the lounge with his sister on the sofa next to him him blowing out candles on the coffee table for his birthday... The curtains were drawn but there was plenty of light in the room for a photo, it wasn't really dark at all.

In the photo you have my friend leaning over doing the blowing, hung on the wall behind are two, I guess A4 sized pictures in frames. Above each picture there appeared to be flames. To the left of him from the arm of the sofa was what appeared to be a vaguely humanoid face rising up, with more less defined images following.

My descriptive powers are failing me today, but lets just say it was fecking weird! I have googled and searched for instances of the picture as I know his mum sent it into the sun and it was printed, but I have never found it online.

In this day and age it would probably take me 20 minutes to knock up the picture in shopped photo, but like I said this was way before that time. Strange...

Next, the daytime UFO and night time weird lights.
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 13:59, Reply)

Has anyone mentioned caterpillars yet?

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 13:31, 6 replies)

my former maths teacher...
turns up in a theatre in leeds that is famous for it's variety acts in the 'city'.. he always was a creepy fucker, just a little too interested in the girls in my class and he 'mysteriously' dropped out of the teaching profession only to turn up 10 years on as a sad creepy twat that does/did the books for said theatre,,, and during the interludes shoves an Emu puppet on his arm and goes round creeping out the young girls in the audience.... very very creepy man...I wonder if he has an enhanced CRB check?
(TROLLING AWAY living under a post ironic bridge, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 12:47, Reply)

lying
in bed at my old flat, fairly stoned (yes, massive drugs) watching 2001, a Space Odyssey. Nothing 'creepy' as such, just so many things that weren't quite right...
(MunchMyBalloons, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 12:29, 1 reply)

Heavy Rain - Spoilers Ahoy
I first played Heavy Rain at a friend's house, and we took turns playing the characters various scenarios. For once she refused to tell me anything about the game, telling me that she wanted me to experience it for the first time like she had. So I took Madison and Shelby, and she took Norman and Ethan.

So I got to play Madison's first scenario in her apartment. Okay, nice apartment, I totally want one like that, and wow, she's actually kind of hot for a video game character. I got her to move around, looking at photographs, getting a coffee, etc. Then.. I noticed the fridge was open.

I started to freak out, my friend just grinned, and wouldn't say a word. I tried to get Madison to grab her phone when a man ran across the screen. I actually shrieked and tried to get her to the door, only for a freaking army of men to show up. I then managed to flail my way through the motions, making it to the bathroom, only for that guy to grab her and-

... it was all a fucking dream. My friend pissed herself laughing as I tried to stop myself from having a heart attack. It was so frighteningly realistic given the graphics, and the fact I had to act to save her. It hit me especially hard since I always get freaked out when I'm home alone, and that's the exact scenario I sort of dread.

Amazing game though.
(Aruu does not put all her trust in root vegetables., Sat 9 Apr 2011, 12:00, Reply)

In Fable 2
you open one of the secret areas by playing a lute at it. You're ushered into a soft, snow-strewn lantern-lit pathway, with a warm inn beckoning at the end of it. You step through the door into the Winter Lodge and BANG! screeching dis-chords play, the lights go out and all the happy, laughing, toasting people are grinning skeletons scattered about an abandoned rotting hovel. Not just a horrifying surprise but a terrifying notion...imagine coming across that one time. Yuck.
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 11:48, 4 replies)