My Cat


I took some snaps of him and his usual pale blue eyes turn into the DEVIL!!!
( Snollock Biffer I don't really sniff Bollocks, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 20:53, 5 replies)

My uncle's house
They went on holiday and asked me to look after the house / dogs / cats for a few days which was cool as the house is nice and in the countryside, away from the stress of the town.

Everything was cool, my uncle told me i could help myself to beers, food and i just needed to let the dog in and out occasionally for fresh air and run in the garden.
Anyway, the first night I was half asleep in bed when the dog started barking loudly, howling, growling and generally going mental. This scared the shit out of me... I jumped out of bed, but the dog started springing at the bedroom door, crashing into it and barking like crazy.

I don't know what scared me the most... the fact that the dog had suddenly gone berserk over nothing, or maybe there was a burglar or ghost or something. But either way SOMETHING had freaked the dog out. So I opened the bedroom door and the dog was just staring at me, growling. Now this was a big dog.

I didn't know what to do, as I didn't know if the dog was freaking at me, or just being a mentalist, so i ended up unlocking the back door and letting the dog out - but this just made it worse. Howling and jumping at the window. So i had to let it back in... And eventually it calmed down, but it really freaked me out. God knows what had caused it to go so crazy...
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 20:52, 1 reply)

Bzzzzt
I am absolutely terrified of electricity pylons. Their thick, snaking cables, the awful fizzing noise they make in bad weather, the way they seem to be marching across the country like an army of giant metallic invaders frozen in time.

I have nightmares about them. Nothing really happens, but I find myself a few feet away from them, unable to move and scared out of my wits. The thought of being near any kind of hanging electricity wire, from the simple green wires on telegraph poles that supply streets right up to the giant, national grid high-tension lines, makes me physically shake. It feels very much like other people's descriptions of vertigo.

I'm not especially scared of electricity, nor am I bothered by mains wires, buried cables or even loose generator cables lying across the ground. It's only suspended wires that get me.
( Scrumper, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 20:49, 3 replies)

Not funny, sorry
A couple of years ago I was living in a terraced house in Reading. I woke up one morning and made my way downstairs. There was a window halfway down the stairs looking out on to the driveway, and as I passed I glanced out, only to see my car was missing. Clearly the car’s been stolen; not unheard of round that area of the world, and more of an inconvenience than anything. I make my way down the remainder of the stairs ready to call the police, walk into the kitchen to discover the window broken open and stuff everywhere. The living room was much the same. Laptop, camera, Wii etc and obviously car keys had all been stolen. Someone had broken in overnight while I was asleep and cleaned me out of anything of any value.

The feeling that someone had been in my house while I was asleep just up the stairs freaked me out so much. Whoever it was could have easily walked up the stairs, opened my bedroom door, looked at me sleeping; I’d probably have been none the wiser until they decided to bludgeon me to death. I still can’t believe I didn’t know there was someone there in my house. It’s so frighteningly easy for someone to get into your house and take your stuff, I just have to count myself lucky that that was all my burglars were after. The episode preceded a nice dose of depression and sped my departure from Reading.

In other news, Marc Almond also gives me the heeby-jeebies.
(G-Lo, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 20:40, Reply)

Three words...
"Yes, we do."

Whilst dreaming I was dating Judi Dench
and asking her if we had to kiss with tongue.
( nightbuffalo needs more duct tape, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 20:25, Reply)

Ugi's story

reminds me.


A girl I went through primary and middle school with...

Back in the day, our high schools in Leeds were single sex, so being boys we went one way....the girls went another....

A few months later, her photo is on the cover of the local paper....

All the time I'd known her, she was being abused by her step-dad until it came to some kind of head and he killed her, her mother and then himself.

The house (scene of the crime) stayed empty for years, and passing it chilled the soul.
( Larry Death Anger Pain Fear Aggression, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 20:23, 2 replies)

bunnies
i love horror films, absolutely love them. laughed my arse off at most of them, to be honest.
there is, however, one film that creeps me out to such a degree that even the soundtrack makes me shudder: watership down.
seriously, i just can't watch it. those fucking rabbits are evil! clawing the living shit out of each other! and don't get me started on that bloody rabbit ghost!
i'm not looking forward to easter, i just know it'll be on telly.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 20:12, 6 replies)

It's afterwards...


When sitting later in a hotel, and thinking about how close you came to being killed that day.

That creeped me out.
( Larry Death Anger Pain Fear Aggression, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 20:09, 1 reply)

Death
Courtesy of the Mrs - my father-in-law's mother was very poorly and approaching the end. She'd lived in the west country but had moved into a nursing home in Surrey so the family could look after her in her last days as dementia was setting in. Her husband had died years beforehand, and in her later years she'd grown close to a friend, named Bill.

Anyway, my father-in-law visited her and used to get frustrated at her senile stories, correcting her mistakes and picking her fantasies up - as is his way, he's not one for "yes, dear, that's nice".

So the family found out that the old friend, Bill, had died one day. My father-in-law decided not to tell his mother, after all, she's on the way out, there was no need. Next visit, he's at her bedside and she says "I saw Bill the other day, he came to see me". My father-in-law, not saying as word about the death, did his usual thing "No you didn't, Bill's down in Somerset, he's not here", getting frustrated.

His mother replied "Yes, he came here to see me. He told me not to worry, it doesn't hurt".

Apparently his blood ran cold.
(TheCrownPrinceOfZanzibar, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 19:43, Reply)

people
Who like women in a school uniform. They have some serious issues.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 19:13, 8 replies)

Biogenic Natural Gas
A professor I know obtained some biogenic natural gas. Skeptical, I asked him how he knew it was biogenic. Apparently at the University Farm they have a small herd of cows whose digestive systems they are studying. They have placed rubber-sealed portholes in the sides of the cows that go directly into their gut. So, you open the rubber flaps on the cows' portholes, reach DEEP inside, and take whatever you want. It's like shopping for fruit, or something.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 18:41, 4 replies)

Tony Blair
That's it, really.
(Zumbruk, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 18:36, 2 replies)

Horror films
Hollywood has nothing on Japanese horror films. Nothing. Horror films don't bother me. but then I watched Ju-On, which Hollywood remade as The Grudge. It was scary. Very scary, I don't want to spoil anything for those that haven't seen it, but there's a scene where some people are watching old cctv footage when the display goes dark and then two eyes appear staring right into the camera up close. That caused the hair to stand up on my arms, there on the sofa with my wife next to me with the light on. Thinking about it right now is making it do it again.
That night, just as we are going to bed, I went for a pee. I could hear Mrs SLVA locking the front door.
Now, there's a venetian blind up at the toilet window, but one of the lats was missing. I was peeing away and I just happen to glance up and I saw two eyes staring in through that gap in the blind.

I did such a big girly scream and stumbled backwards pissing all over the floor and down my leg. Yup, my wife had thought it would be a jolly wheeze to sneak out and peer in at me.

I didn't sleep that night. I pretended to read so I could keep my bedside light on. If you've not seen it, or indeed seen Ringu, I implore you to watch it.

It's on YouTube. Here's part one.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNa6ny7miag

Watch it tonight in bed on a laptop. With the light off.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 18:28, 8 replies)

subway
I used to work a night shift in Midtown Manhattan. I'd get off work at 1:30am and have to take the train back to Brooklyn. This time of night was pretty desolate on the subway platform at Grand Central--there was usually just me, a couple homeless people, and a few people from the Post Office who seemed to get off work at the same time that I did.

One night I was standing on the platform waiting for the express train. On the other side of the platform, the local #6 train pulled in. The doors opened--ding dong!--and when I looked inside, there was blood everywhere. It looked like someone had performed open heart surgery and then danced around in the blood and smeared it all over the walls. A lone, well-dressed man walked out of the train, perfectly clean and neat except that his hands and arms were bloody up to the elbows. He was holding his bloody hands up like surgeons do just after surgery. Without saying a word or looking at anyone, he calmly walked up the stairs. Doors close, train leaves. The 2 or 3 of us standing on the platform all exchange bewildered looks, but no one does anything or says a word.

I never found out what happened, nor can I come up with a plausible explanation.
(WorksInDUMBO, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 18:27, 3 replies)

Derweze in Turkmenistan aka the 'Door to Hell'
Now this is creepy as fuck...



The Derweze area is rich in natural gas. While drilling in 1971, geologists tapped into a cavern filled with natural gas.

The ground beneath the drilling rig collapsed, leaving a large hole with a diameter of about 70 metres. To avoid poisonous gas discharge, it was decided to burn it off. Geologists had hoped the fire would use all the fuel in a matter of days, but the gas still burns 40 years later...

Locals have dubbed the cavern "The Door to Hell."

Fuck. That.
(Miraclefish How appropriate, you fight like a cow, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 18:06, 4 replies)

Oh Japan!






What will get up to next?

No, seriously, I'm actually asking.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 18:04, 2 replies)

Japan - Ghosts
*Shudder*

www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zzLU1ato2w
(Miraclefish How appropriate, you fight like a cow, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 17:57, 2 replies)

Foxes having sex
Ever heard foxes have sex? It sounds half way between a woman screaming in horror and the screech of some horrific demon. This was coming from just outside the window, last summer while I was home alone. I slept with a sword in reach all night.

Apparently it's because the male has a barbed penis to stop the female escaping.
(Mong goose, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 17:56, 3 replies)

seemed creepy at the time
When we first got a Playstation in 1998 (I think) we got Tomb Raider. Compared to the Megadrive the graphics. Also, the later levels were quite scary. Playing late at night sneaking around corners hoping nothing would be there. Yes I know it's only a game, at I was quite immersed in it. All would be quiet and you'd suddenly hear a low 'tsss' as the disk span up and then you'd know something was coming. Then something did come around the corner. Mrs Sandettie squealed which made me almost leap off the chair and I dropped the pad.
video games are far scarier than a movie. Probably because it's you controlling it rather than just watching a series of scenes. And you tend to be sitting closer to the screen.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 17:34, 3 replies)

*shudder*
I can't deal with any finger or toenail trauma. At all. If I read about anyone tearing or losing a nail I have to sit with my fists clenched for 45 minutes. Knees and shin damage - Jesus, that scene in Antichrist with the mill weight! Erm....the film The Human Centipede, ooh, and The Passion of the Christ. Wet toilet paper in any situation, and the feeling of chalk - even the word chalk. I feel quite ill now. :((
(resurrection_mary cannibal_ferox, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 17:18, 7 replies)

Matthew Kelly
Long before the (apparently completely false) allegations against him I could barely watch him on TV, as the way he interacted with people made my skin crawl.
Every time he talked to somebody on You Bet! or Stars In Their Eyes he would lean in way too close, often put his arm round them and make this "smile".





Every time I would swear that he was about to silently break their neck whilst staring unblinkingly into the camera and announce that he was the devil.
The fact that nobody else had this opinion only made it worse.

Apparently he's a nice bloke and a talented actor, and I'm sure he didn't get up to any kiddie fiddling, but I can't even look at those photos without shuddering a bit.
( Zuowan, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 17:15, 3 replies)

so i drive a hearse for fun
Driving a hearse as a personal car is a lot of fun, plus you always have room for the groceries, a christmas tree and as much potting soil or drywall sheets as you have money for. It's a classic, a 1969 Cadillac/Miller-Meteor. Most people of course freak out, which only adds to the allure of ownership. And of course you must have a coffin in the back. I belong to a hearse car club as there are more freaks like myself and my husband all over here in the States. Many people ask us if the hearse is haunted, which we find a tad silly, as everyone knows you haunt the place where you died, or lived, not in the coach they cart you off in, but whatever...
Anyhow, one day I'm driving down the street and stop at a red light. a homeless woman on the corner waved cheerfully at me, or so i thought. as i hesitantly returned her wave, she laughed and said "I'm not waving at you silly, I'm waving at the nice lady next to you". I was alone in the car. but okay, crazy homeless lady...disregard and move on. Talked to the guy I bought the coach from and he's had it happen to him too. different homeless lady and different town, but same situation, wave, nice lady who's not there, etc...Did some research and found out the coach saw 30 years of service as both a hearse and ambulance in Missouri before making its' way to California. So we may very well have a rider. Wish she'd chip in for gas!
We also have a solid mahogany extra large coffin, made custom for the king of tonga, which was eventually not used by him and rented by the funeral director to a movie company to be featured in a gay porno in the late 90's. It has a cream coloured velvet interior. Fabulous! He's a friend of ours and we bought it to make a lovely coffee table. But that's another QOTW topic.
But what really creeps me out? surinam toads giving birth. go ahead, youtube it. but you won't be the same. i warned you.
(hearsegirl, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 17:12, 3 replies)

Video Games
Silent Hill 2. The Suffering -- Jeeezus, just the soundtrack on either of those can make me cry like a little girl.
(the Angry Gumball Harmless American, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 17:11, 2 replies)

The house i grew up in...
..was part of the re-development of Warwickshire country lunatic asylum, from a creepy Victorian derelict to a very pleasant housing estate. As one of the first houses finished, we moved in when the two main hospital complexes were still derelict, dangerous messes and as a result, utterly brilliant to walk around.

Rotting old medical equipment within halls, gradually ruined by time, the elements, vandals and thieves that had nicked the lead/copper (one of those) from the roof. A lot had been left when it closed, i used to think that they had created something terrible and fled, we always wondered if we would come across some sort of monstrosity around every bend (i think in reality everything was outdated so they didn't bother taking it to the the hospital's replacement, whyle the council certainly weren't going to pay for its disposal).

Some things were still relatively intact just ading to the mood. The patient book was still there, i wish we had liberated it when we found it, heres hoping the builders who eventually transformed the place didn't throw it in a skip. Some of the toilet cubical still had (pink) loo paper on the holder and a completely intact lav, others had completely fallen to bits. Decay was rife, medical themed signs were smashed, the only break from the destruction was the orchard, utterly overgrown, a completely different feeling of abandonment. Overall, you couldn't wander around without thinking of resident evil at least once.

Which brings me onto the bodies, we knew they were everywhere, part of the reason there are so many lovely green fields dotted within the estate was because the builders had no permission to build on them. It was relatively normal back in the day of the county lunatic asylum for families of the disturbed to disown them, most bodies would be the hospital's responsibility so to save space they had been buried standing up. Me and my friends could never stand to play on the fields as lovely as they were, being there always had an uneasy atmosphere, we started believing if we started having fun ontop of the dead crazy people they would re-animate and drag us underneath with them. Being told to go play outside therefore tended to fill us with panic.

As we got older and the estate became more developed, we stopped being so stupid and eventually decided to pass on our old fears to the next wave of younger kids that had moved in. I'de like to think a cycle might have started
(MaxZero ZeroMax, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 17:07, 3 replies)

Prof. Brian Cox

( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 17:06, 7 replies)

Remember the earthquake that was centred on the West Midlands a few years ago?
When that happened I was fucking creeped out. I was sat in my room reading, heard a rumbling sound (at first I thought it was a low aircraft) and then my house seemed to rock back and forth for a few seconds. Properly shit me up and it was about half an hour before I dared even move.

The stranger thing was, when I woke up the next morning I thought I had dreamed the whole thing, and it was only when I turned on the car radio as I went to college that I realised it had been real.

And that was only a relatively minor earth tremor. Fuck knows what I would have been like if I'd been living in Japan in the last few weeks.
(FirstBendBunching All four back please..., Fri 8 Apr 2011, 16:55, Reply)

Pretty much everything
In all seriousness, and I am going to sound like a massive wimp, there is SO much that creeps me out if I think about it too hard.


Water: Rivers, Oceans, Lakes. Any deep, large body of water, when I start to think about the actual size of it, or what may be in it, just out of sight I get the proper heebie jeebies. I can quite happily swim in the sea until that moment when my brain starts to acknowledge where I am. Then I have to get out.

Insects/Spiders: I wasn't joking when I said 'If I can creep up on a bee, great, but if it creeps up on me'. I will panic and shreik. It's only brief, but for a few seconds I will be flapping like banshee. Wait, banshees don't flap, but you get what I mean. If my brain has had time to catch up with me, I'll happily pick up a spider and chuck it in the garden. But not after a a mild heart attack when I first see it.

Fruit: You know if you break an orange segment open and look at it, you can see each little compartment and it's membrane? That's me done with the orange once I've seen that.

The word Membrane.

Cottage Cheese: Ever since I was told that vaginal thrush gives a discharge that looks like it.

Things that are too big next to things that are too small: The thought of hitting one of those football size tennis balls with a normal tennis raquet...christ, I could barely get through typing that sentence.

Holes: Cracks in the ground, holes in tree trunks, anything that I don't know what is in it basically. I want to run.

Milk/Dairy: I love milkshakes and cheese and tea and coffee and ice cream and clotted cream and cheesecake and...but I have to block out that part of my mind that is screaming COWJUICECOWJUICECOWJUICECOWJUICE

Meat: It was alive, It was muscle. It tastes good BUT IT WAS ALIVE.

Tissue and cotton wool and wet paper: I can watch anything on telly or film without getting freaked out. Hostel? I was bored. Saw? I shat it. The Exorcist? I laughed. But in Being Human, Herrick sucked on a piece of tissue paper and I smacked my head on the wall I turned away so fast.

Cleaning my teeth and flossing: prickly things touching my gums? No thank you.

Not cleaning my teeth and flossing: Food rotting between my teeth? No thank you. (Thank fully the second of these fears is greater than the first, so I manage to clean and floss daily. Well, clean daily anyway,flossing is an unbearable pain in the arse)

Sharing cups, or even worse, bottles: I hate saying no if someone I know asks for a swig of my drink. But if you ever do that to me, know that by doing so you are rendering the rest of it undrinkable to me.

People: People are disgusting, they shit and the piss and the excrete and they breathe and they have ears and noses and orifices and...you, yes YOU, you disgust me and creep me out. But then again, I do too, so, don't take it personally.


Really, it's a shock to me that I ever leave the house.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 16:43, 13 replies)

Slayer
Hands up anybody who knows the Slayer track "Dead Skin Mask"? If you do, you probably have a good idea what I'm going to post.
To set the scene, it's late on a chilly autumn night. Everybody else has gone to bed, leaving me in a dark front room pottering on the computer. As is my wont, as I'm surfing I have some music on the headphones. "Dead Skin Mask" to be precise.
Up until this point I have never heard this song before.
I'm quite enjoying it. And then through my headphones I begin to hear an increasingly frightened young woman talking, asking where everybody is and can they let her out please...
Shit me up good and proper, so it did.

The other one is simple and short.

Don't blink.
(Big D, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 16:30, 2 replies)