Lack of creepiness
I had a very good friend who died rather horribly in a freak accident. She was on her own at the time so we never found out exactly how it happened - all a bit of a mystery; a very distressing mystery.

I couldn't go to her funeral, but at the memorial service some months later I met her father for the first time. He's apparently a well-known medium or spiritualist, active in England. I won't give his name. He was a very nice bloke, and seemed surprisingly unaffected by his daugher's recent death. He happily told me about her life, including some things I didn't know about her, and then moved on to his job, some of the people he'd helped and his regular contacts with the spirit world.

I don't believe in spiritualism, although it may act as some kind of therapy for some people. I couldn't resist asking the question: had he tried to contact his daugher? Had he managed to talk to her? He looked at me for a long time without talking: not angry, just staring unblinking at me. "I can't do it", he said, and turned away.

It was one of the saddest things I've ever experienced. To this day I don't know if he meant he'd tried contact her but couldn't, or that he couldn't even try. I got the feeling that deep down he knew it wouldn't work and so hadn't tried to do it, but that he couldn't admit that to me or even to himself. Worse, I think, would have been if he'd relayed some message from her to me. I'm glad it wasn't that creepy.
(Smale is stuffed, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 12:48, 16 replies)

Smash Monkey has just reminded me that if ever you are wallpapering or recarpeting in your house
be sure to paint "HAVE YOU FOUND THE OTHERS YET?" in large letters on the wall/floor before you do so.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 12:40, 5 replies)

The spooky pub (oooh)
My grandparents used to run a pub near Esher in Surrey. It was an old coach house, set on five floors. I can’t remember the name. Possibly the White Horse or something like that. It’s no longer there and I think the pub’s been turned into flats now.

My mum and aunt both lived and worked in the pub when they were young. There are a few instances of ‘spooky’ goings on.

1) The bar buzzer going mental, when all the staff were in the dining room. As soon as my granddad went to the bar, there was no one there and the buzzing stopped immediately. Put this down to dodgy wiring

2) My aunt’s French boyfriend came to stay and was using the room in the loft. He turned the light off and went to bed, as soon as he got into bed, the lights came on. This pattern repeated itself a few times, before the lights went mental and the bulb blew. Ok, dodgy wiring again

3) One night my nan is woken in the witching hour (oooh), by their Labrador growling viciously outside their bedroom door, my granddad wasn’t moving as usual, so nan went outside, where the dog wanted to go downstairs (they were on the third floor). She followed him all the way down to the bar, unlocking all the doors as she went, with the dog leading the way, throaty growl emanating all the time. This went on until they got to the bar, where all of a sudden the dog whimpered and crawled on his belly behind my nan and wouldn’t budge. As soon as she backed out of the room, the dog bolted it upstairs (pussy). Put this down to the dog being a wimp.

4) My mum was cleaning the stair carpet on the fourth floor, when she heard her sister call her name and tap her on the shoulder. She turned around and no one was there. She was halfway up the stairs at the time and her sister was in the pub garden. Can’t put this down to the gin, mum doesn’t really drink.

5) Lastly, mum was in the lounge doing a bit more cleaning. It was about 30ft long with an old fashioned (modern at the time) wooden TV cabinet. Dave Allen was on TV at the time. As she was watching the TV, a large serving plate on the table next to it, rose up into the air, flew across the room and smashed at her feet. She didn’t run away shrieking like a mad woman (I would have soiled myself threefold), but went down to the bar and told the story to one of the cleaners, who told her she never liked being in the lounge on her own (oooh).
(Deskbound You insignificant speck of dust, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 12:38, 2 replies)

19th Century Architecture
CarryOnKay's description of the Victorian house she grew up in (see "Creepy Kitty" a few posts back) reminded me of something. I find that a lot of houses built in the 1800s and very early 1900s, especially somewhat posher ones built for bourgeois families, have something of a creepy elegance about them. Here in Luxembourg they have ornate facades and often mansard roofs; in the UK and Ireland they are Victorian with sash windows and sometimes "twin" or "double" roofs. But they almost all have that beautiful-yet-somehow-sinister atmosphere about them. Does anyone else feel that way or is it just me?
(lanternchikk hat eine schwere Bohlenallergie, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 12:00, 8 replies)

The other side. - Astral Projection
I have recently taken up a huge interest, on "The Other Side". I am not religious or spiritual. But have read some amazing stuff, and talked to people about Astral Projection. The ability to self induce an Out of Body Experience and project your conciousness to the Astral Realms.

Unlike religion or mystical shit. Youre expected to just have faith and believe what youre being told as gospel. With Astral Projection, theres stuff online and plenty of guides on how to actually do it. With practice and patience, getting your mind in order it is possible for virtually anyone to jump out of their physical body and go explore the many levels of the astral worlds.

Thats basically it in a nutshell.
Tho I have yet to succeed in doing it. I have definately felt something. There is definately something there.

I was waking up one morning (best time to do it apparantly) and suddenly thought "ah yes Astral Projection" before I knew it. I felt myself hurtle through a tunnel in what I could only describe as a 3D blackness. My ears went funny as the sound of the physical world faded away.

The shock of this sent adrenaline through me and I woke up.

I dont know what I had done. But I had definately done something. That was no dream as I was already awake. But I am pretty sure I had tapped into something.

A bit more of a read up and viola. I suddenly start reading about this 3D Blackness and wooshing through a tunnel like a take off as your projecting. So basically I had started to project my conciousness from my body to elsewhere.

Freaky? Well first time yes, second time was exciting, which sadly brought me out of it. But one day I will figure this out.

Do a google for Frank Kepple and Monroe Institute and Tom Campbell. Have read all their stuff and I honestly think they're onto something here.
(Boom- Clicks on NSFW links at work., Wed 13 Apr 2011, 12:00, 57 replies)

the writing's on the wall or how i got to be the creep.
as i've mentioned before, i used to host a monthly fright night at my old flat. this would involve me and a few of the lads* getting together for an evening of weed, munchies and seriously cheesy horror films.
one night, my cousin decided to bring his friend graham along. he'd never been before and was a bit nervous about it.
i decided to have some fun with him.
now, my bathroom at that time had no window and was down a dark hallway, so i left the bathroom light on almost constantly. the walls in there were mostly white tile and perfect for writing all over with a luminous pen.
which i did.
after much weed and a shitload of fizzy drinks, graham decided he needed to pee. now, as we were watching horror films, the only light in the house that was lit was the bathroom light. once we heard him shut the door, i crept down the hall and switched off the light(the switch is outside the room). this made the previously invisible writing on the walls glow eerily. graham was surrounded by demonic graffitti, along the lines of "KILL THEM! KILL THEM ALL! THEY MUST DIE!"
the screams were bloodcurdling. however, it is virtually impossible to feel sympathy towards someone whilst you're curled in a foetal position, weeping with laughter.
funnily enough, graham still came back the next month. we just turned him into a clingfilm mummy that time, though.

*other girls were never interested in coming, for some strange reason.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 11:46, 1 reply)

Years ago my poor father was diagnosed with serious depression and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital on the other side of town from where I lived. We had had a not so great relationship up till then but I felt duty bound to visit, and one evening I was free though the rest of my family wasn't so I elected to go alone. The hospital was a bus ride away and set in extensive grounds. I had gone to the main building, given my name and explained I was there to visit my dad but I had forgotten the name of the ward he was in. The woman at reception went to check and came back looking concerned. She explained there was no one of that name at the hospital. I felt a wash of horror going over me, thinking 'god, all those films are right, they're admitting people then doing away with them!'. I got quite panicky and insisted she check again, spelling my name carefully and fortunately it was a clerical error and he was located. The woman gave me directions to get to the ward, through the grounds - it was dark and wintery and I was afraid, but decided my love for dad should be greater than fear.
I set off, it was creepy and very frightening and I began to sing to myself to zhuzh myself up. Then I heard footsteps, and to my absolute horror, a white wailing figure was coming towards me, out of the dark, calling 'help me! Help me!'.
I swear, I nearly had a heart attack right there and then, I could feel the blood pounding in my head, and at that point the figure grabbed me. It turned out she was a poor lady who had got out and got lost in the grounds, in her bare feet and nightie. I don't know how I did it, but I screwed my courage to the sticking point, took her arm, calmed her (and myself) and chatting all the time to her, led her to a nurses' station near by. After delivering her, I went to see my dad, although I was like a wrung out cloth.
However, a few weeks later when my dad was recovering I was back at the ward when a lady came over to me saying 'oh! This is the girl who saved me when I was lost!' and said all sorts of kind things. I was delighted to see she was better but didn't let her know how close she'd inadvertently brought me to cardiac arrest!
(resurrection_mary cannibal_ferox, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 11:30, 2 replies)

OK, this isn't creepy, just a little weird.
Yesterday I was out with my daughter, scouring dress shops for a nice frock for a wedding.

A rather posh lady asked if she could take a dress into the changing cubicle. As Daughter wanted to go in next, we hung around ready for the lady to come out.

While she was in there, she started farting. Really loudly, one after another. We were in stitches laughing outside. After a couple of minutes she opened the curtain and emerged, telling the assistant that the dress didn't fit after all, and left the shop.

We creased up with laughter. I don't believe she even tried the dress on, though. She was too quick. There being no horses around to blame, I reckon she just wanted somewhere private to break wind.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 11:26, 1 reply)

Camping...
No, not the gay kind, the outdoor in a tent kind.

I managed to watch 'The Blair Witch Project' in the cinema 2 days before I went stealth camping on my own in the New Forest.

Taken individually:

A) The Blair Witch Project - Enjoyable film, bit scary, but not too bad.

B) Camping on one's tod in the woods, not scary. Quite fun avoiding getting caught.

A + B = Seriously fucking spooked out dude on his own who is terrified of every noise he hears while cowering in his tent.

I'm such a twat.
(Strangechap I look normal on the outside..., Wed 13 Apr 2011, 11:21, 12 replies)

QOTW
Is Creepily quiet today. Is no-one at work?
( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 11:05, 9 replies)

Gordon Brown, attempting to smile.
Shirley bindun?
(anvil, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 10:19, 2 replies)

Couple from travels a few years ago...
Nothing major, but we're a couple of 'fraidy cat girls.

Staying in a hotel in the outskirts of Buffalo, NY. We arrived late at night, no one around but a hugely huge, surly looking man on reception. My friend woke me up at around 5am by repeatedly whispering my name (which was creepy enough), and said she could hear something. So we listened... And sure enough there was a scratching, faint rattling noise coming from our door. Of course in our sleepy, girly minds, this meant hugely huge man from reception was probably outside our door picking the lock to get in. So I walked over (scared that whoever was behind the door would be aware of my approach by the sound of my heartbeat). As I got to the door the scratching/ rattling stopped. I peeped through the peephole, and nothing was there- empty corridor in both directions. Returned to bed; didn't hear it again.

Another good 'ol American motel experience: We arrived in Alberquerque at about 1pm and got a taxi to our hostel. When we got there, the house was quiet and in complete darkness. Never mind, there was an envelope with my name on by the front door. "Brilliant, our key will be in this". Opened the envelope and there was no key. Instead, there was a note saying that they had not received our deposit, and so we couldn't stay there. We looked at each other, and looked at the empty space where our taxi had dropped us off and sped away again about two minutes ago.

Again, we were staying outside of town so we weren't exactly in a buzzing metropolis. We decided to trudge down the road, and after about ten minutes saw a bright light and sign telling us that we were at the "Express Inn". We decided to get a bed for the night, and so paid the lady at reception, and got a key. As she handed us the key, a lady walked up with a mop in hand and looked a bit "white-trashy" i.e. jogging bottoms and shirt with holes in, lank hair, smelt a bit of booze and had a cigarette hanging out of here mouth. Reception lady asked if she's show us to our room. Great. The room itself: soaking carpet, blood on the pillow, cockroaches in the bed and an almost overpowing smell of bleach or summat. Everything's worse/ scarier at night, and we'd seen too many films where insulting the locals gets you into bloody trouble. So we smiled, said thanks and closed the door. We woke up in the morning to see a man with a big moustache staring at us through the window.

Another creepy man was a one-eyed Amish guy (in Buffalo again). We got the station at 11pm to get our midnight train to Chicago, only to be told that it was delayed... until 6am. It was only me and my friend, and this Amish chap. He looked like he was going to wait in the station (which was just a large room) and so we decided to do the same. My friend Em went to call her parents and kill some time, whilst I opted to stand and stare into the vending machine. When I felt I had looked at all the brightly coloured sweets and pop tarts long enough, I thought I'd sit down and read my book. I turned round, and the Amish man was looking straight at me (with his one eye). I was a bit creeped out as it was just me and him in the rooml, but I decided to ignore him. But once you think someone is staring, you want to check! So I looked up and he was still looking, then he brought his finger to his lips and did a "shhhh" sign. Fuuuuuuuuck this though I! I gathered my things, found Em, told her we were staying at a hotel. So we trudged along the freeway through the snow drifts and found another dodgy motel to stay in for 5 hours. We stayed up and watched 3rd Rock From the Sun on a grainy tv until it was time to get the train.


I have more of these, but I think I've rambled enough.
( awayfromthenumbers, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 10:09, 10 replies)

As kids we used the phrase all the time to describe when one got a shiver up the spine due to the creepiness of something
But it wasn't until my mid-twenties that I realised what I was saying. It was just what you said when it happened, a ritual call, chant, a hex or something - I only ever noticed the rhythm of the phrase as a kid, not the actual meaning.

But on thinking about it, it's perhaps one of the darkest things a kid could say:

"Someone just walked over my grave."
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 9:32, 7 replies)

Great film but very weird and creepy when you're a kid.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FwNfsLwQBhM
Especially the bit with the Owl "WHY have you come?" bleeeurgh
( SauronWibble I'll hold it, you lick it..., Wed 13 Apr 2011, 9:24, 1 reply)

No idea what it's called.
It would have been maybe 25 years ago? A kids show that I though was called Dark Tower or something like that, but I may be mistaking it for a different show.
It was shown to us at school, and was about aliens, but the alien kid had a shiny face, was dressed in blue, and didn't open his mouth when he spoke - and he didn't speak as much as squeal.
Or something like that. Fuck knows. Anyone know what I'm talking about?

Edit - I forgot the point. The point was that whatever the program was with whatever the alien kids looked like in it, and whatever happened in the program, was like a little bit creepy and shit.
(Jboy, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 9:10, 2 replies)

Should be creepy but...
...I found it strangely heartwarming.

My dad (the original captain placid of whom I have written before) had always supported my interest in the Martial arts over 20-odd years and had been to most of my gradings.
He'd been dead for over 5 years when I took my 2nd Dan at Aikido. When I'd finished the grading (quite complex, involving lots of knife/sword vs open hand stuff, 3 man free attacks etc) I went to kneel back in line.
The guy next to me said " Can you smell that"? - I could and smiled a little. It was the distinctive smell of Balkan Sobranie cigarettes, the brand my Dad smoked whenever he was out.
No-one in or around the Dojo was smoking anything, the guy in the line had never met my dad, nor had he ever smelt that particular brand before.
If it had been just me smelling it I would've put it down to exhaustion and adrenaline, but it wasn't just me.
Creepy? Not to me but it freaked my training partners when I took a pack of the aforementioned Sobranies to a club 'do' and quite a few mentioned they'd smelt them during my grading.
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 8:17, Reply)

The night our dog died
When our family dog died, I was in my early twenties still living in the home I was raised, an Indian family in the suburbs of London

As anyone who has had a pet will know, it was devastating for all of us and it marks the one creepy story in my life

The evening that our dog passed away, my younger brother walked into my bedroom at about 2am and quietly asked if i was awake. Of course, that did the trick and I said I was. "Can you hear that?". With such a question, I was wide awake in a nano second and sitting upright. I strained to pick out what he seemed to hear very obviously, but couldnt hear anything. he repeated twice "there, can't you hear that?". I might add at this point that my Brother is very level head-headed. Very anti drugs and anti anything that results in loss of mental self control, very stoic... So i did not think then, or now, that he was imagining it and asked him what he could hear. "I can hear Dad outside calling me"

I got out of bed and in my sleepy state, I imagined that perhaps our Father had gone sleep walking or got stuck outside (why, I didnt know, but I was trying to match scenarios to what my Brother was telling me). He had never done either. So, we walked to my Parents room and peered into the darkness. I quietly called out "Dad?" and he woke with a slight start obviously a bit suprised to have both his adult sons looking in to the room. This time my brother just said he could hear a voice in the garden and now the whole family was awake

What followed would be comical if it wasn't so odd at the time. We all quietly trooped downstairs and I picking up the nearest solid object as now I supposed there must be an intruder in our back garden

Our garden is accessed by huge sliding glass doors. It means that you can see the outside clearer than the inside because of the ambient light from the street. As we walked towards the doors, it was obvious that the garden was empty

Again, my brother asked "Cant you all hear that???" By now he was slightly bewildered more than anything. My Father asked "what exactly can you hear?" and he told him what he told me orginally "Dad, I can hear YOU calling out to me". I still remember my Father's reaction when he asked him to repeat what he just said. My Father's face showed a sense of recognition & sadness. He seemed to nod.. He looked out at the garden and said to all of us "everyone go to sleep, I am going to stay up a while"

At this point I just thought the whole thing was rather silly and happily trooped up to bed, and was asleep immediately

The next morning, I came downstairs and of course asked what all that was about. My brother was already awake, but my Father was waiting for me to get up before saying anything

My father is a hindu. The religion is the world's oldest major religion and is a unique combination of culturally led traditions, supersitions & dogma. My Father is a humble man and never imposed the religion on us London born boys (he even sent us to Roman Catholic Schools without blinking). So he chose words knowing that his audience were in many ways removed from his beliefs, neither familiar nor overly skeptical

he told us that according to Hindu belief, when animals die, they dont know that they have passed on. Humans know that they have died, so, unless they have 'unfinished' business, they dont hang about. But pets want to come back into the home that they have lived in for years. As they are on the outside, they call out to someone in the family in a human voice that this person will recognise in the hope that they will let them in.

I went quite cold, and my Brother was so unnerved, his face actually went completely blank

My Father then said that he had sat facing the garden and prayed for our pet dog and told her to go in peace.

I never questioned my Brother about it and he did not defend what he said he had heard nor started to fob it off as something imagined

We never spoke about it again
(sabre32, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 5:03, 27 replies)

Greasy Chimpanzees
Greasy Chimps at the zoo staring back at you with jaded malice - like rednecks in a jail-cell with sexual and physical violence on their minds.
( hismastersvice cunting flange-jammer, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 1:35, 2 replies)

This picture.....
has scared me shitless ever since I was a kid.

2.bp.blogspot.com/-NnbAPio4ROY/TaTt3nFcpZI/AAAAAAAABhE/J2_372knJwI/s1600/unease2.jpg

It was the cover to a horror paperback, the sort that my dad used to seem to have in abundance all over the house.

I never looked inside as the front of the book was enough to make me never want to even touch it.
Anyway, it seemed to disappear over the years and it wasn't until just a few years ago it somehow worked itself into my head and I did some research and learned what the book was called.

Even uploading the jpeg now I couldn't bring myself to look at it!
( Ultimate Cakes & Sweets Why,what are you planning to do - photosynthesize?, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 1:33, 5 replies)

p0wned
It was creepy when I went to my website today and found that a girl with a python is haunting my corner of teh Internets.
(DefT, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 0:40, 1 reply)

North Korea

(mudskipper, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 23:25, Reply)

I can smell children
The Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

That is all.
(mudskipper, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 23:20, 2 replies)

Hold up.
Has nobody mentioned The Singing Ringing Tree?

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Singing_Ringing_Tree


The East German televisual equivalent of experiencing a life-threatening fever.
(judgetheobscure used to sweep in butchers' shops., Tue 12 Apr 2011, 22:50, 4 replies)

A bono massage
I can only imagine the horror if that man laid his hands on me.
It's truly the stuff of nightmares. Mind you it would mean he would be close enough to punch him in his fly eye sunglasses. Or at least start a law suit against him. Creepy fuck. Look at his hands! His creepy hands! Oh god I hate him!
www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=7094692n
And the reporters seem so happy about it! What's wrong with them?
( Herb Alpert's Taxi Driver I have very beautiful lips, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 22:41, 1 reply)

bbc3
now
(little lord muthafuckin fauntleroy, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 21:03, 4 replies)

SO!
There I was masturbating on the top deck on the bus when this real creepy chap got on, and came and sat right next to me!
(Chickenwire social lubricator extraordinaire, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 19:49, 4 replies)

morphine
lying on a hospital trolly in A&E i was being pumped up with morphine, feeling no pain and also no idea of reality. i spotted a rather large/fat/obese Indian doctor at the end of my bed.
you know the sort big turban even bigger beard that could have hidden brian blessed, i can recall him mumbling something in what apparently passes for english , but to me sounded like an sideband cb of frequency
but strangely enough i can hear clear as day in cut glass English from this doctor "this may hurt a little"

let me say one thing. lying bag of shit! that fucker hurt pulling the ankle straight all right and i passed out, when i came round there was a huge splash of blood on the wall from the open injury that looked like a bomb had gone of, but the freaky bit about it all?
apparently all the doctors who saw me that evening where female, but the male doctor was working on the cubical across from me, they all put it down to the morphine but hay ho who knows that was in my head for months after and i can honestly say that even to this day just thinking about him makes me nervous
( fluffybunnykiller Is feasting on the clitoris of life, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 19:02, 3 replies)

jack and beanstalk
whilst watching kids shows with my little lad they mentioned jack and the beanstalk, now when I was little my nan had this really old school musical cartoon film of jack and the bean stalk. But it was so very very surreal and creepy. The music was very haunting, the imagery was dark and creepy and involved jack persuading the princess not to marry the giant. One bit that really sticks in my mind is the wedding where the guests and the vicar are all made out of paper and he sings this really really creepy song called "are you happy?" very bizzare. I googled it today and it came out in 1974. If anyone's seen it they'll know what I mean
(matt_hollywood81, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 18:42, Reply)

Shortwave bands in the 1980's
Never mind the Lincolnshire Poacher - www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ua94OV9Ter8, woodpecker - www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOMVdOc9UbE, single letter beacons - www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sfAeoaV3Qw. The creepiest thing was the static when it was explained to me by a radio ham that it was light from the big bang, doppler shifted like a speeding ambulance siren coming back through a 14 billion years of space time and reduced in frequency to the shortwave radio bands. Spooky.
( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 18:34, 5 replies)

NHS drugs and thaistick
many many years ago i had a huge accident the smashed up my right ankle, and ever since i have been on stronger and stronger painmeds :-}
one weekend not so long ago. i was quit happy tabbing up on tramadol and dihydrocodien along with diclifenac and some other free pills that i get.

after sitting and watching my face get redder and redder for a while i wanted some realy nice smooth thai stick but as i dont smoke i either use a vapouriser or make a tea, today was a tea day so i knew i had around 1hr before the stuff kicked in, had my munchies arranged and, and a couple of films to watch only thing being, one was an old black and white film with lots or trains in it. not scary or creepy on its own but by the time i started to watch this one all the meds and the weed had started to kick in big time.
you know those nice peaceful shots of trains letting of steam? yeah there the ones, damned near shit my self when the whistle went of and faces in the steam there then there gone i have never been so freaked out in my drug fueled life.
i swear that steam was coming out get me but like in the fog
however it didnt stop me going out of the top of my skull the next day i just made sure there was no trains
( fluffybunnykiller Is feasting on the clitoris of life, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 18:13, 5 replies)