This used to shit me up something rotten when I was very young
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sg6IVUvVsAs

And it just gave me another shiver because I'd never noticed before someone in the distance at about 0:31.

<shudders>
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 18:07, 7 replies)

Waking up with a sore arse
...next to a smug yet guilty looking boyfriend*




*may not be true
(Gherkinlasagna is probably doing something stupid on, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:57, 4 replies)

dead cat
my late grandfather's cat, tommy, had died whilst we were on holiday. the neighbours(who were meant to be looking after him) just left him in my granddad's garden.
seeing a dead cat wasn't the creepy part. no, that was the maggots that were eating him from the inside out, making his body twitch like he was doing some kind of macabre death dance.
*shudders*
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:56, Reply)

Living Ghost
When I was about 10 my uncle used to travel up to london every week and stay with us over the weekend for his job.
He always arrived about 7pm on a Friday, never failed.
This particular Friday at 7pm we heard the front door open and slam, his footsteps go straight upstairs to the front bedroom which was his workshop and the door close.
After 15 minutes and hearing nothing else my parents sent me up to ask him if he wanted some dinner.
There was no-one there, in fact no-one anywhere in the rest of the house. My bottom did lots of clapping and I shot back to the safety of the living room.
He actually arrived at 10pm and when he came in he told us his car had broken down and he'd been worried he'd never get to us to finish a very important job for a client.
Now I know what you're thinking, neighbours on their stairs etc.
Well the way our houses where arranged there were no stairs or adjoining hallways etc, and both houses either side only had one old quiet person living in them.
Convinced he inadvertantly sent his spirit as he couldn't get there himself.
(Captain Spacker I lick windows, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:52, 8 replies)

This January:
So it's January, I've had a talk with my at the time girlfriend about how she isn't in the right place to be in a relationship etc. Foolishly, I agreed to to visit her for the weekend, and despite spending alot of my time and money seeing her, she pretty much blanked me the whole weekend, which I wasn't pleased about.

At home, I had a copy of dead space 2, a survial horror game which is rather scary, which seemed like a much better way to spend my time. I'd been dwelling on the fact I was missing out on something I'd like to do to sit and be ignored, while paying for the pleasure.

On the saterday night we ended up arguing about the fact I was being made to feel like Bruce Willis in the sixth sense. We eventually made up and fell asleep. Now, the lady in question can't sleep without music, so has her iPhone plugged into speakers which get quieter and quieter before turning off, this takes an hour.

I spent most of this time thinking about how I'd like to be playing dead space before I fell asleep, to dreams about dead space. I never wake up because of a bad dream, though I am a light sleeper. At 4 am her phone rang, while set to vibrate, causing the whole speaker set to shake and make a loud noise. I was torn from a dream about fighting for my life and didn't realise I was awake, so I began to scream. And scream. And scream. I remember thinking "I'm not sure why I'm screaming, but it would be worse to not scream when I should then to scream when I should not." this is why I kept screaming until my lady friend calmed me down.

I found it hilarious, she did not. She ended things on the grounds I don't believe in mediums, ghosts, 2012 appocolypse or any outer conspiracy site she has read that week.
(Mong goose, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:39, Reply)

Reading the headlines
this morning, I came across something that disturbed me deeply. I can't imagine the eldrich horror of seeing this in person- what I saw online was enough to give me the shudders...

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-12961710
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:38, 26 replies)

Just last night
My gym is in the hotel opposite my office. Last night, I popped in to the hotel bar after the gym, to have a pint and catch the arse end of the game. Standing at the bar, enjoying my pint, a group of suited blokes turn up - clearly up here on business of some sort. Our hero, a chap of about 60 odd, shouts obnoxiously to the young glass washer "OI love! 4 pints of stella please."

"Sorry, I can't serve you" says the girl, "I'm only 16". "Really, says the crone, his eyes lighting up, "You don't look it". He then proceeds to spend the next 10 minutes trying to spark up a conversation with her, while she does her best to ignore him and carry on doing what she's actually paid for.

The creepiest bit was the tone in his voice when he said "You don't look it." He was right, she looked more like 14.
(bblgoose, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:28, Reply)

The scientific term is Pavor Nocturnus....
...and the fear it produces is incomparable to anything I've ever experienced.

I'm asleep, basically. But I don't know this when it happens. Please remember that as you continue to read. All I know is I'm lying in bed, completely paralyzed from my head to my toes. And then they come. 'They' are the barely-glimpsed demons that I catch in the dark through the needle-like gaps in my eyelids that it takes every ounce of strength in my body to force open. They creep, at first, around my bed; clawing at the covers and whispering to each other. The whispering gets louder as they circle. They have eyes of fire and feathers on their heads. They appear to be discussing me and, in doing so, getting angry. As they get angry they start to beat, claw and kick me. I still feel the blows despite the physical paralysis. I want to scream but I can't. The covers are removed completely and the whispers turn to screams - other-wordly shrieks of malicious, hateful intent. With every fibre, sinew and muscle in my body I'm trying to move; to run or defend myself. But I can't. I can feel tears rolling down my face. I can feel sweat on my face. But I can't move an inch. I am, certainly, about to die in a most horrific way. Sometimes I'm hauled on to the floor or thrown against a bedroom wall. Sometimes I'm just set-upon and torn to pieces where I lay, stricken and immobile. But the savageness of their attack, the acrid smell of death upon their breath and their terrifying, dripping maws are always the last thing I witness before I wake up on the floor, against the wall or wherever they have deigned to leave me, caked in sweat, shaking and weeping.

The doctor calls them Night Terrors and, as they only occur once or twice a year, hasn't deemed them worthy of treatment.

What I shied away from telling her is the bit that really scares me.

Sometimes I can still hear their whispers after I've woken.
(R. Jimlad twitter.com/sirmarkymark, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:24, 25 replies)

Chompy

( SteveFrench Cardio is for homo's. do you even lift bro?, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:24, 1 reply)

Perils of lone train travel
In my late teens I was seeing a chap who lived in Amersham - we used to meet up in Berkhamsted for a few drinks before returning to our respective towns. I was a great deal skinnier in those days and was wearing a mid thigh length skirt and skimpy top (Being 17/18)One night we had been having quite a few beers but I had to get up early next day and so caught an earlier train. My local station was a good 40 mins walk from where I was living at the time and so I started off the wobbly walk home to be stopped halfway by a police car. The rozzer informed me that I had been followed all the way from the station and that every time he got near the person hid away from view. Said policeman then gave me a lift home and I made him drop me about 100 yds from home so as not to freak out my mother. That in itslef is not alarming but the description given to me by the policeman bore an uncanny resemblance to the later arrested "Railway Rapist". I have been slightly more sensible since.......
(Purpledoris I've got afeckin' job, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:23, Reply)

Voodoo
The creepy thing is that you don't have to believe in it for it to work on you.

And it works.
(CactusZack Shaved his coin purse on, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:22, 8 replies)

Puppies, and kiddy fiddlers, oh my.
I remember when I was a wee girl, I was playing outside the front of my house. Bear in mind we had a fairly large front garden, so I was a good distance away from the house. I don't remember much else about that day, only that a man in a white car pulled up next to me, and wound his window down to start talking to me. He then told me that he had a lot of puppies back at his house, and asked if I would like to see them.

Oh yes, NOW alarm bells are ringing about him being a kiddy fiddler. But back then I was five or six and excited to see the puppies. Fortunately my parents had drilled it into me from a very young age not to go off with strangers, so I ran back to ask them permission. By the time we got out again, the man had gone.

Why is it creepy? Because this is only something I've remembered recently. Since it meant nothing to me at the time, it was just another day. But for some reason it's come back to me, and it's down right chilling to think that he was someone quite sinister. For all I know he might have been a genuinely nice bloke, but since he drove off when I went to ask permission, I doubt that's the case. It really is creepy to think that if I wasn't made so aware of 'stranger danger', I might have gotten into that car, and I wouldn't be here today.

Though he must have been desperate, I was a pretty odd looking kid.
(Aruu does not put all her trust in root vegetables., Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:16, 7 replies)

The Fly Of Death
Some years ago, working in a nursing home, I passed the open door of a bedroom where an elderly resident was dying.

Her two middle-aged daughters stood either side of the bed, and one seemed to beckon me.

I went in and asked what I could do for them. However, the daughter said that she hadn't been beckoning me. She'd been swatting away that huge black fly that was buzzing around her mother's face.

The other daughter was also waving a hand around, I noticed, and she told me that they'd been trying to get rid of the fly for ages. She said their mother wasn't bothered by it, though, and had laughed and called it her 'pet'.

I looked at the dying woman's face, and she grinned faintly at me.

The weird thing was that there was NO fly. I was standing close beside the bed, looking straight into the dying woman's face where the sisters swore there was a big fly, but I saw nothing except the dying woman's smile and her daughters' hands flapping about.

I mumbled something about making them a nice cup of tea and backed slowly out of the room, leaving the dying woman, her solicitous daughters and their invisible fly to their own devices!

I later read somewhere, by chance, that there is a culture where flies are kept out of rooms where people are dying because the devil sends a fly to collect 'his' souls. Voodoo or something, can't remember.

This family looked like perfectly normal English, white, middle class C of E ladies to me, but brrr, eh. You never know.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:09, 3 replies)

A really creepy sight?
I was 21 and walked in on my Dad going down on my Mom.
(CactusZack Shaved his coin purse on, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:04, 10 replies)

Creepy?
The fact that a repeat question gets 31 pages of unfunny drivel that doesn't pertain to the question.

I'm here for humo(u)r so where the jokes and anecdotes at?
(CactusZack Shaved his coin purse on, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:03, 5 replies)

When you're young you think it's cool running around in the middle of the night
So me and my mates used to head off into various locations around town at 3-4AM over the summer. One location was a local school nearby that had a lot of land, it was dark and had lots of cool stuff just left on the sports field from the week before. We used to go high jumping, or pole vaulting in the dead of night etc or stack the crash mats up high and jump off the roof of the neighboring building.

However, past the sports fields was another unused bit of land which was off limits to pupils because of a nearby river. We headed down there one night. I remember it was a perfectly clear night in July, and really, really warm. So we lay down on the cool grass listening to the relaxing noise of the river gently streaming over some rocks. We then heard some footsteps, like hooves. This didn't alarm us as we lived in a small town and farmland was on the other side of the river, it was probably just some cows or a horse. We lay there staring up at the sky, on this night you could see the dust belt arm of the galaxy, and we gazed up without a care in the world when suddenly from the darkness on the other side of the river:

MARRONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAROOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGggggghhhnnnnnn......gnnnnnn............uuuurrrrgggg..............*gargle*................*thud*

*loud splashing noise in the river*

The splashing got closer and the blood curdling scream started up again and started to get even closer. It sounded like some poor animal being killed. We didn't stick around to find out what it was, at least one millisecond into the scream I was on my feet, had grabbed my jacket and was sprinting away with my heart pounding. I looked behind me and couldn't see anyone, when I turned my head around my mates had over taken me and were speeding away faster than me.

We never did work out what it was, probably some poor cow or horse that we had scared and was just defending itself on instinct but it was the first time I felt sheer terror and it still makes shivers run up my spine today.
( Bamboo Steamer, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:53, 1 reply)

This.
www.minyanville.com/dailyfeed/2011/04/06/you-only-had-a-two/?camp=syndication&medium=portals&from=yahoo

Words fail me. Miley Cyrus? FFS!
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:52, 7 replies)

Barreling down the M1 one morning
I saw the fluorescent markings of a police van parked on a bridge above the carriageway. So, I ease off the pedal, thinking it's a video speed trap. But there are figures in hi-vis jackets around the edge of the bridge, and one over the edge, standing on some part of the superstructure. Except...

As I pass under the bridge, I see clearly the guy over the side isn't standing on anything, he's hanging. By the neck.

I never found out what the story was, presumably some poor soul had hung himself in the night and they'd just discovered him. Quite a memento mori.
(North Utsira South Utsira, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:42, 10 replies)

Hand drier lulz
Playing some Christmas function at the Palace Hotel in Manchester.
Need a wazz before soundcheck
Go to the toilets at the back of the venue,
Loads of fantastic green marble urinals with art deco furnishings,
During wazz gets very cold then all the hand driers at the other end of the room go off,
Hastily finished mid wazz then ran out adjusting myself causing slight map of the world,
Used driers in others toilets to rid map of the world & guitar slightly lower on stage.
Lovely building though.
( ERG1008 is climbing in yo windows & snatchin yo people up, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:28, 4 replies)

my dead grandad...
...I was coming home from a club 18-30 holiday, 2 weeks in Ibiza. I had got off the plane at Manchester Plane Station and was continuing alone on the train to Sheffield to be met by my mum. As the train pulled out of Manchester I felt my eyes closing and I fell into a deep hungover sleep.

Now I never met my grandad, which is a massive shame as I'm told that I resemble him in visage and in character and he sounds like a proper laugh, but he died of asbestosis when he was in his early 40s. That said, I never had a dream about him before this particular date and I hadn't been talking about him or anything that may prompt it.

So, in the dream I remember my Grandpa Cyril saying 'You need to wake up now, you're nearly there'. I woke up immediately, looking around to see if there was anyone near me that could have said something, I was in the middle of the carriage and there was no one else in the whole place and no conductor disappearing out of view. I was just going past the new(ish) Tesco in Sheffield, I was about 2 mins away from the station and needed to get all my gear together, I had just the right amount of time to sort it without getting stressed. It was quite nice.

I mentioned the dream to my mum a bit later (Cyril was her dad) and she went a bit pale when I told her where I woke up. Where the Tesco is now there used to be a train station... not that creepy. My grandad was a fireman (shovelling the coal into the engines) on trains based at that station so that was where he worked. I knew he worked on the trains but I had no idea there had ever been a station there, never mind the one that he worked at.

A bit creepy, but I kinda like it. Sort of made me realise that although there may be no heaven or hell, part of us lives on in our genes... I'm still not having kids though.
(Ross McBingobangobongo bingobangobongo, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:23, 7 replies)

There's nothing even slightly creepy
about the fact that I've already been namechecked three times in this qotw by people whose usernames I don't even recognise.

Can you not obsess about a popstar or summat? Or make some friends in Real Life?
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:21, 10 replies)

Mrs Moon Monkey suddenly let rip with a blood-curdling scream
We were sitting on the sofa, watching TV when .... something .... had brushed against her face.

It was her own hand.

Silly bint.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:16, 2 replies)

It will be our little secret.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:06, 2 replies)

Spellcasters
You pay them money and they cast a spell to find you love or get you back a love you lost. This women (link below) is the number one spell caster in North America apparently. And she actually guarantees success or you get your money back. Tell me how the fuck is this not creepy? It's beyond bizarre!

Here's her page: www.ashraspells.com/spell-casters.html and a short vid on youtube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-U7MqsxVYU .

PS: anyone want to start a fund to pay for a spell for Rory Lyon to fall in love with Dr Shambolic?
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 15:55, 5 replies)

Numbers stations
I first heard about these sometime last year.

For those who don't know, numbers stations are radio stations which generally broadcast constantly, with a continuous tone, or some sort of repeating pattern, for example a voice reading out numbers. Some have been broadcasting for fifty years without ever stopping. One in Russia has been traced to some sort of bunker, and the solid tone it broadcasts has only ever been interrupted twice, by a voice reading out a set of numbers quickly in Russian.

I'm not sure why, but the idea of these things being broadcast with nobody there, of signals happening entirely on their own, and of hearing disembodied voices generated by computer really creeps me out. When I first read up on them, I spent the best part of the next two days curled up in a corner of my room, unable to speak coherantly or anything, out of blind terror. For some reason, it just sets something off in me - when I get that sense of fear, and immense loneliness, I can't look at a computer, I can't pick up a phone, or listen to a CD. I keep thinking the people around me aren't even real if I'm not looking directly at them.

That happened once more, though not nearly as bad, when someone asked me about them. Thankfully I managed to distract myself enough early on that it didn't have the same impact. I'm starting to get the jitters just writing this, though...
(epinephrine, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 15:53, 14 replies)

The Great Manor of Tehidy
In 1734 this place was built www.cornwall.gov.uk/images/tehidy%20%20circa%201900.jpg a rather lavish building with 40 bedrooms and a drawing room with a gold ceiling. in 1919 it was turned in to a hospital for TB sufferers, there is a large twisty tree in the ground covered with the initials of patients who went there to die. In 1983 the hospital was closed and left to fall in to disrepair. By the time I went to secondary school it had been abandoned for about 11 years. One night we were camping in the woods and we were telling ghost stories around the campfire. One story was that of Screaming Annie who haunted the hospital and would come down through the ceiling and kill you. We decided that we should go and look around. It was very easy to get inside but it didn't take us long to feel it was a bad idea. It was pitch black and only the lights from our crappy torches to see anything. No ultra bright LED torches back then. The walls were filthy and the place very dank. More frightening was the fact that all the hospital equipment or at least a lot of it had been abandoned with the building. There were beds, some still made, covered in thick dust. All sorts of machines and implements. It almost looked as if they were all at work one day and just dropped everything and left. We didn't stay in there long as we were very creeped out.

Years later I watched the remake of House on Haunted Hill. It freaked me out way more than it should have. It was just like the old hospital and bought back loads of memories of it. It still creeps me out today, not that we saw any ghosts or anything, just the whole vibe of it. They knocked it down a few years later and built luxury housing on it. Shame, I'd always hoped the legend of Screaming Annie would live on.
( Peej, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 15:52, Reply)

Royden
There's a little place in Kent called Royden. It's probably not even a village; more of a hamlet. It's well-known for being a spooky place (derelict church yard etc.) There's also a mansion there which is alleged to be the home of a satanic cult.

When me and missus used to go to church, a couple of fellow church-goers (Mike and Marion were their names) invited us back to their house (in Royden) for Sunday lunch. On the drive to their house, Mike described something he'd seen a few weeks previously: a dark shape had descended the bank on one side of the lane we were driving down, crossed the road in front of their car, then disappeared from view.

After lunch, was standing in Mike and Marion's front garden and taking in the view. The house overlooks the Kent Downs, so the view was of hilly fields backed by woodland.

As I stood there, a dark form emerged from the woods and descended the hill. It was about 100 yards away and from the points of reference available (fences, trees etc.), I deduced the thing to be roughly 8-10 feet in diameter. Although it was roughly circular, it strangely didn't have a discernible shape and the best way to describe its movement would be to say that it floated.

I describe the thing as "dark" but that doesn't do it justice: it was so dark as to be almost beyond black. If a mini black hole were to manifest itself on Earth, I would imagine this is what it would look like. The form was so dark that it had a malevolence about it.

After floating down the hill from the woods for 2-3 minutes, it simply disappeared. I don't know if I was somehow open to suggestion, based on Mike's story earlier and that maybe there was a simple explanation: a black rubbish sack floating in the wind perhaps. But it was real enough and malevolent enough to have left an impression on me to this day, seven years later.
( <>Dog www.stevelaker.blog, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 15:49, 5 replies)

Bush man mental
In the mid 80s I remember walking back home from a football game in the local woods which we did often with my brother and neighbours, all of whom were about 8 - 10 years old.
As we approached the top of the green and entered the woods to get home (the woods encapsulates a fairly flat green) we saw a bloke frantically smashing a pram in a bush. He was using his feet and hands to break a typical 4 wheel pram.
He looked in his 30s or 40s, completely deranged but casually dressed with a shirt and trousers etc.

We just carried on walking and said no more of it. It, being one of those things that are so odd and disturbing to a young child that it gets locked away in memory.

He was probably a mental, of which there were many in our local woods during the 80s. It was a dangerous place back then.
(Master of Toss has piles, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 15:47, Reply)

When I was younger...
...I was really freaked out by Ursula from the Little Mermaid.

I just hope it wasn't a really WIERD sexual awakening...
( Extinct Jesus Dossier "...I think it counteracts Hitler's magic...", Thu 7 Apr 2011, 15:31, Reply)