Worzel Gummidge
I was only about 8 when this came out. Scared the shit out of me.
Scarecrows are bad enough but this one was alive!
He looked weird, he spoke weird, the crow man had to re-stuff him sometimes to make him work and he could take his own fucking head off!
His head! Right off!
His thinking head was bad enough but then he put on his handsome head and looked like someone dug up Errol Flynn and gave him porcelain veneers.
There would always be fights or arguments with other straw stuffed freaky looking characters, and his love interest was something that looked like the scary dolls you find in the corners of old ladies bedrooms.
I only need to hear the words 'cup 'o tea and a slice 'a cake' and I feel upset.
( Herb Alpert's Taxi Driver I have very beautiful lips, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 17:41, 6 replies)

not creepy but a wee bit supernatural.
when i was 2 me my family were visiting my auntie in glasgow (we're from the outer hebridies) my mum had heaps of shopping to get done, so my auntie said she would baby sit me. My mum and dad headed off into town and were shopping away happily. meanwhile back at my auntie's flatt i was playing with her jackrussel called jill, when she got spooked and went for me,biting my face. My dad, mid shopping spree told my mum that they had to leave town IMMEDIATELY! as something was not right. when they got back to my auntie's i was in the A and E dept getting stitches. still got a wee scarr abouve my left eye, whenever i catch a glimpse of it it reminds me of this story.
(fifilaqua did a woopsie i the corner on, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 16:03, 7 replies)

HP Lovecraft.


A horror writer who was vastly more disturbing than his stories. He constantly made anti-semitic remarks to his wife.
"Whenever we found ourselves in the racially mixed crowds which characterize New York, Howard would become livid with rage. He seemed almost to lose his mind." His wife was Jewish.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 14:55, 5 replies)

All in one...
Few things creep me out, although I do tend to avoid mirrors in dark houses and climb the stairs with one eye closed at night so I cannot see the dark bits downstairs.

TV seems to feed my already overactive imagination with creepiness though, more than anything other than comedy at least.

As mentioned earlier Ghostwatch, the BBC1 fake documentary back in the early 1990s was and still is top of my list of "things that make me papper my kecks". I couldn't watch it then, that voice the ghost uses is fucking horrible, and I can't watch it now, although I did manage to get all the way through recently and almost cried like a child.

Sixth Sense is horrid too. I have a healthy fear of the unknown world and if you had seen the marks my nails made on my girlfriend-at-the-times thigh when the little girl appears and is being continuously sick in the tent then you would understand.

Films don't really scare me normally, they might make me jump but I understand they aren't real... but my brain tends to replay the worst bits and add scenes (maybe I should export my brain to Hollywood and show them how it should be done). Creepy things in film and TV should be subtle and small. Buffy used it to good and terribly spooky effect. When Buffy's mum has died there is a later scene where something outside the house is going nuts, the lights are up and down, the place is howling... and I think Dawn is stood alone in the house and suddenly in one shot in the background you see her mum lying dead on the sofa again. It isn't even mentioned in the scene and I didn't notice at first but that is just nasty to see.!

Sorry about the length but I like to get my point acro....oooh I see, an innuendo.
(elfinpunk Touching Cloth Since, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 14:49, 4 replies)

Post-traumatic stress disorder
Sorry for two replies. Or more.
My mum's dad (the same one who was told rather bluntly what would happen to him if he hit her) was captured by the Japanese in WW2 when his unit (the 2/2 Pioneers) were captured defending Java.

He was sent directly to the Burma-Thailand Railway as a prisoner of war. Have a look on Wikipedia for it.

What creeps me out is my mum telling me that when Bridge Over The River Kwai, while not being too accurate was released, no-one else in the house could sleep for a week from the screams of his nightmares that the movie recalled for him.
When mum, as any respectable child, refused to eat her brussels sprouts, he looked at her and in a deadpan voice said "My best friend would have survived on what you didn't want to eat."

What creeps me out is the inhumanity that caused him to react this way; anything that causes someone to not sleep for the nightmares caused by a movie depicting the events gives me the creeps.
(Sir Thomas Bent is performing unspeakable acts with the Mace, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 14:16, 7 replies)

Domestic Violence and how to prevent it
My grandmother on my mum's side had an effective way to ensure that her husband never hit her.

While his childhood had been in itself creepy - an example was his father trying to throw him as a toddler into a large bonfire on the basis that he believed that he wasn't the father - she dealt with any attempts of domestic violence quite simply.

On their wedding night (oo-er) she turned to him and said, apparently in a normal tone of voice and said:
"If you ever lay a finger on me in anger, I will stab you through the chest when you sleep. It might be that night, it might be a week, or twenty years afterwards, but I will kill you as soon as you sleep."

It worked. They were happily married for a good 40 years.
(Sir Thomas Bent is performing unspeakable acts with the Mace, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 14:03, 11 replies)

I hoped that was the sound of the waves lapping on the side of the boat.
My mum did the bravest thing ever by walking out on my father when I was 3. We moved back to the family home , my mum two brothers and I.
Sadly back then courts would grant access and visitation rights at the drop of a hat. School holidays, Christmas etc were all spent at "his" house, supervised by my aged Grandma and wheelchair bound Grandpa.

Two creepy episodes stand out in my childhood, and it wasn't ghosties or bad dreams. They came later.

1st episode was waking up to the sound of a child crying in the middle of the night, muffled sobbing.

2nd episode was during a sailing holiday, for some reason we ended up with two boats, usually we all slept on the one but for some reason "he" decided that he and I would spend the night alone on the boat. I read a book until it was dark, and then it came, 2nd creepy thing.

"So, what do they tell you about sex these days at school ?"

I was about 11.
I mumbled something about not being really interested and went to sleep, fitfully with one eye open.

Doesn't sound much does it dear reader, a kid crying, a caring paternal question.

I'd imagine his creepiest moment came about four years ago, when the judge sent him down for nine years.

See who's crying himself to sleep now, kiddy fiddler.
(polar69, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 13:20, 1 reply)

Pripyat
Pripyat (for those who don't know) was the city built by the Soviets to house the workers and families of those who worked at Chernobyl. After the 1986 disaster it was completely evacuated and since it is within the zone of exclusion, it has been totally untouched for almost 25 years. A Russian photojournalist drove through a few years ago and took pictures. Some are jsut abandoned buildings but there are a few where there are rooms full of posters declaring "Soviet Triumph" and pinned pictures of families just left. The family pictures, for some reason, creep me out far more than the rest.

S
(Shamrock, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 13:12, 2 replies)

Superman III
When that woman gets turned into a robot
(tree hugger putting the "semen" in "basement"..., Sun 10 Apr 2011, 12:54, 3 replies)

My entire childhood
OK this is no shit, I don't post here that often because I lack the imagination to make things up in answer to qotw.

I used to share a bedroom with my sister up until the age of about 12. Every since as far back as I can remember, I was terrified every single night whilst waiting to fall asleep. Usual childhood night terrors, perhaps.
I would lie in bed rigid with fear, hearing all the usual creaks and groans (not the olds) as the house settled. And as I lay there eyes shut tight, waiting to fall asleep, I would be able to hear SOMETHING dragging round the bedroom floor, approaching the bed and slowly, slowly peeling the bedsheets down to GET me.
No, this is not going to turn into some incestuous wank fantasy, sickos, I was too young to even know about sex and can honestly say have never been abused.

I was terrified of ghosts, and I remember a sliver of light, which has nothing remotely terrifying in words, entering my room, particularly one time I remember (when the eyelids were not squeezed tight shut).
The walls would consistently shift too close and then far away and sometimes disappear, I would be some massive existence in a really tiny place, and then really really tiny in a massive space. At the same time.

This sounds like absolute nuts writing out and I don't often think of it, but my neck is prickling as I remember.
I was always told I had an over-active imagination, and that I was dreaming it, but I can still remember the feelings of utter fear, and sometimes when I am ill, have flu or whatever, I can access that sense of shifting space and size.
I never saw anything other than slivers of light and pretty much what I have described here, and I'm not good enough a writer to convey the sense of fear in that moment.

The only thing that chills me now is that much later, when I had no fear of that room, both my dad and my sister told me they apparently saw a little grey old woman in that room, well before I was born. They wouldn't bullshit about this either. She apparently was the lady who owned the house before us, and apparently died in that bedroom.

Thank fuck no-one told me this till about 15 years later.
(maggotriddendirtbox fast, feral and sharp as a tack since, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 11:33, 10 replies)

Ugh
The original Moomins cartoons, creepy as all hell. Especially that Little Mi, bitch made my skin crawl!
(superfly78, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 9:51, 13 replies)

shit scary photography
One of my hobbies is 'urbexing' - taking photographs in abandoned buildings. These places are usually creepy at the best of times, your mind usually playing tricks on you, or old wodden doors banging in the wind, pigeons fluttering past your face whilst you are trying to take a shot - but the creepiest, most terrifying experiences are as follows:

I was photographing an abandoned RAF base, alone at 7 in the morning.

Having been there about an hour, it was quite peaceful - On the second floor I was taking a shot of a long corridor, when all of a sudden I could smell cigarette smoke. I was not alone anymore, I turned around and saw nothing. Creeping to the stairwell the smell was more intense. I quietly picked up my gear and sneaked out as quickly as I could, the smell got fainter as I left the building.

As I ran toward my car I turned and looked at a window of the building to see an old bloke, in a flatcap - fag in mouth staring at me. I think I broke the speed limit several times on the way home.

The other time was only about 2 weeks ago. This time an abandoned cinema. I had been let by someone I knew, who then locked me inside so I could be on my own and take all the time I needed. I just had to get out via the fire escape when I was done. The cinema had been stripped of the majority of its features, including the soundproofing - which meant it was not only freezing cold, fairly dark but every sound made inside the cinema was amplified and reverberated around the vast space of the cinema screens.

I was setting up some arty shot in the biggest of the screens, which was lit by two fire escapes with doors propped open. when all of a sudden a loud bang, it sounded like it was inside - then the sound of distant footsteps. I stood in a dark corner and waited for 5 or so minutes, breathing shallowly and trying to listen for any other sounds. Then, out of nowhere the sound of a little girl singing and skipping filled the space of the cinema.

I absolutely shit myself. I was literally shaking and could not wait to get out of there. I packed my gear and got the fuck out.

I realised, once I had left that any sound from outside the building traveled up the echoey fire escape and was then amplified in the cinema screen. The little girl was running past the fire escape outside, I saw her do the same thing as I was walking, shamefully to my car.
(vaughan80, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 9:49, 5 replies)

LEAVE IT ALONE
I have become possessed by an obsession with this post, I just can't seem to leave it alone, I am five minutes off starting a fucking essay about it and that truly creeps me out
( vladimir, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 8:58, Reply)

(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 8:57, 8 replies)

Eyes
I've never understood it why people talk about somebody having beautiful eyes. They are just translucent balls of jelly covered in mucus.
(Cameltoad, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 7:46, 5 replies)

What her parents subjected her to.
I'm currently in a program for adults with anorexia, and one of my classmates (bulimic) was subjected to satan worship by her parents. This involved all kinds of sexual abuse, torture and other freaky stuff that gives me nightmares after class. We have to talk about why we have eating disorders....and all of us agree that no matter what we were subjected to, we thank our lucky stars that's 'all' it was.

I'm shuddering now just thinking about some of her tales.
(nolongernuts, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 4:04, 9 replies)

Creepy, ill-advised or just naive?
People who buy their kids 'Playboy' branded tat. What are you thinking?
"Aww, it's only a cartoon rabbit picture, where's the harm in that?"

What about "Barely Legal Anal Whores"*? Would you have their merchandise plastered all over your kids' rooms? You are buying pornography branded lampshades and window stickers, did you not stop to think what it actually is? Surely you've heard of what Playboy is. Playboy mansion, the adult channels, topless parties, etc

"Hugh Hefner says, 'Buy my Playboy branded bedding for your five year old girl'. It's porntastic!"

* Made up on the spot, and I'm not tapping it into Google to check if it's genuine or not
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 0:56, 8 replies)

i think this entry in the newsletter is a close contender
We know where you live bit.ly/fJJDcU
( skeltonator Needs some new daps., Sun 10 Apr 2011, 0:54, Reply)

People with fannys and willys made of tiny blurry squares and multi-tentacled sea creatures coming out of their poo-holes freak me out good and proper.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 0:34, 1 reply)

Ghostwatch 'documentary'
For those who have no idea....

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghostwatch

It terrified the crap out of me, not realising that it was fictional and being an impressionable 14 year old. Looks like they fooled most of the population too, so I'm in good company.
(ninja chinchilla, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 0:29, 5 replies)

Shivers down the spine?
Rolling into the house in the early hours yesterday, very drunk indeed.

My alcohol pickled brain trying to figure out why there is a "Happy 20th anniversary" card on the table, then that horrible realisation sinking in..

If I'm honest the fact my bollocks are still attached to me is a bonus.

BTW The message inside said "You fat cunt"
(wimbley is feeling hungover, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 22:54, 5 replies)

My Son- He sees dead people
He is three now. Since he could talk he has scared the living daylights out of me and my husband on a regular basis. He regularly knows who is on the phone before its answered but the one that got me was a year ago. We had been talking about the different Nee Nors (emergency vehicles) that we see. Police lock naughty people up Fire put fire out (like firemen sam) and ambulances take people to hospital to see Doctors. Yada yada....

On the way to work a road I use was blocked by police but could not see why- saw an ambulance fly past the blockade as we waited at the backed up traffic lights.
"Are they taking people to hospital Mummy?"
"Yes probably". (Thought they were off to a shout as two up front but try explaining that to a toddler)
"The people in the car are hurt" (Remember there was nothing to see)
"Are they?
"Yes mummy -They dont need the doctor now though they have gone to sleep".....Brrrrr..... he then laughed and said "They wont wake up"
Carried on my journey to drop him off and the same ambulance belted past to the local A&E.
Now I work at the local hospital and have connections within the A&E I asked about the call that got brought in at X time from X place. Oh that was a "No Go- already dead when they got him here nothing we could do". Brrrrrrr apparently there was also another stuck at the scene who would have gone directly to a mortuary.
(JuicyJ, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 22:11, 7 replies)

The most disturbing image i have ever seen on the internet
Lotus Seed Pod Breast

4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CDLmz9DFPg/Sf7sDJLz7fI/AAAAAAAAAvU/M7XVf4RjuRM/s400/breast_larvae_sm.jpg
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 21:53, 11 replies)

The Residents
Constantinople

www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcI5rNR5TGM

This. Just this.
(Erasmusmicroman is inside your T.V., Sat 9 Apr 2011, 21:40, 1 reply)

Aberfan cemetary
For those of you that don't know, Aberfan is an unremarkable former mining village in south Wales. Unremarkable apart from the events of a morning in 1966...

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aberfan_disaster

The cemetary clings onto the valley side, and following a short but unbelievably steep walk you find two immaculately kept rows of arches. Under each arch is the grave of a child, some personalised with things like Teddy bears, football boots and dolls.
Unless you know the families of the children, the names mean little. Its what's written beneath that hits hardest.

Aged 7, Aged 6, Aged 7, Aged 9, Aged 8, Aged 6...
( TheMattInAHat has a particular... odour..., Sat 9 Apr 2011, 21:19, 9 replies)

Creepy Dream
Lots of people have been posting about dreams and I have enjoyed reading them, so I will share with you an incredibly vivid one I had a couple of years ago that gave me the heebie jeebies.

I was at at good friend's house. There were some other people there, who were also our friends, although in real life they were not people I knew. We were bored so the friend said that he would show us something cool and mysterious, and took us through a hidden stairway to another landing above your actual landing.... The decor was a slightly sinister take on a kind of fifties kitsch design, and there were three doors. The ones to the left and right went to bedrooms, in keeping with the feel of the landing, full of clutter and trinkets and personal items belonging to goodness knows who. The rooms were unoccupied, as if they had been abandoned in a hurry.

The door in the middle was somehow foreboding. My friend said he had heard a rumour that behind the door was another set of stairs, long and steep, and at the top you would meet Death, who would tell you a secret. With a mixture of disappointment and relief, he told me that to get in you needed a password, and all knowledge of what it might be had been lost.

Our curiousity, though, would not let it rest, and somehow, between us, we were able to work it out. Standing again in front of that looming oak door, I nervously breathed the word and it creaked open. There was a wooden staircase behind, dim lit and dusty. I began my ascent with trepidation. The was another door at the top of the same design of the one at the bottom; it opened of its own accord before I got there, and as I looked up my eyes met the red, ferocious gaze of Death...

Which woke me with a start, breathing heavily. I only wish I could have stayed long enough to hear the secret.
(WarneMarsh My priority for frivolity begets quality jollity, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 21:03, 2 replies)

Creepy/disturbing/traumatic
Not sure which of the 3 categories above this fits into, perhaps all 3.

But a couple of weeks ago there was a program about premature babies and the different ways in which they are treated if they are born too premature to survive longterm.

The Dutch just let them die, and the doctor spoken to talked about the babies in such an offhand manner - 'if they die they die, it is nature' - I really do not see how he can sleep at night..

The bit that freaked me out however was seeing a uk doctor perform CPR using 2 fingers on a baby no bigger than these 2 fingers.. it is an image that has stuck with me!

I am a father of 4 and remembering them as babies makes me misty eyed when I think what might have been!!

Sorry for lack of funnies, but it was the first thing that came to mind when seeing the topic.
(the_icks has the sweet essence of giraffe, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 21:02, 7 replies)

Streetlights often dim or go out as I pass them.
I don't find it creepy myself, but it's creeped out plenty of of people I've been with when it happens.
( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Sat 9 Apr 2011, 20:51, 17 replies)

Just married....or murdered?!
My son and I were out walking and taking photos in a lovely local nature spot near us, called Purdown. We had walked up, down all around, explored the old WW2 lookout bunkers and decided to head back to the car. We took a narrow path back down the hill, switching back and forth through trees and bushes. This was on one if the last glorious sunny days last year before the chill set in, and the play of light through some undergrowth was perfect photo material. I got camera out and was snapping away in an arty farty fashion and i looked behind me to see how much room on the path i had to move around on.

There, shining in the sun were 2 framed photos resting against a hedge. They were quite low down so me and my son crouched down to have look. They first photo showed a couple in wedding clothes, smiling for the camera while the 2nd was of the same couple but obviously about 10-15years later. The photos were in good condition so im not sure how long they were there. My son said " perhaps they were murdered in these bushes and this is a memorial". I looked at tbe dark trees and bushes and freaked out! I nearly tripped over running back to the car and very nearly pooed myself thinkin some one was watching us from the bushes.....
(BlackMagicWoman, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 20:21, Reply)