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Smash Monkey asks: "what's the creepiest thing you've seen, heard or felt? What has sent shivers running up your spine and skidmarks running up your undercrackers? Tell us, we'll make it all better"
( , Thu 7 Apr 2011, 13:57)
Smash Monkey asks: "what's the creepiest thing you've seen, heard or felt? What has sent shivers running up your spine and skidmarks running up your undercrackers? Tell us, we'll make it all better"
( , Thu 7 Apr 2011, 13:57)
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Headless mannequin
In my old house between the ages of 6 and 8 I'd have the same 'dream' about 2 or 3 times a week. I'd be asleep and then wake up hearing a strange shuffling, jangling noise. Really hard to describe, but it'd always be the same thing. I'd get up and walk out to the top of the very dark stairs and look down. Then a mannequin made of shiny brown wood and no head would come around the corner and start walking up toward me. Each step it took it would 'tick', and I knew that it meant me harm. It never got to the point where it reached the top, but it got fucking close. The last night I remember seeing it was the same...heard the noise, got up to the landing, and then it started climbing the stairs.
Weirdly, it was different this time. There was a kind of red haze around the mannequin, and it felt more sinister I suppose. And it was 'looking' at me, and it wasnt a ticking anymore, more of a thudding. It was climbing with more menace, I was fucking terrified, rooted to the spot. It was coming closer than before, faster. I can remember thinking that I was fucked if this thing came nearer.
It was about then that I realised that my hand had involuntarily grabbed the bannister in a cold grip and this fucking thing was reaching out for it.
The spell broke, I screamed hellishly and burst into my parents room for salvation. I dove straight under their covers.
My Dad was noisily fingering my Mum and I had just acquired a front row seat.
Fucking mannequin cunt
( , Sat 9 Apr 2011, 1:01, 4 replies)
In my old house between the ages of 6 and 8 I'd have the same 'dream' about 2 or 3 times a week. I'd be asleep and then wake up hearing a strange shuffling, jangling noise. Really hard to describe, but it'd always be the same thing. I'd get up and walk out to the top of the very dark stairs and look down. Then a mannequin made of shiny brown wood and no head would come around the corner and start walking up toward me. Each step it took it would 'tick', and I knew that it meant me harm. It never got to the point where it reached the top, but it got fucking close. The last night I remember seeing it was the same...heard the noise, got up to the landing, and then it started climbing the stairs.
Weirdly, it was different this time. There was a kind of red haze around the mannequin, and it felt more sinister I suppose. And it was 'looking' at me, and it wasnt a ticking anymore, more of a thudding. It was climbing with more menace, I was fucking terrified, rooted to the spot. It was coming closer than before, faster. I can remember thinking that I was fucked if this thing came nearer.
It was about then that I realised that my hand had involuntarily grabbed the bannister in a cold grip and this fucking thing was reaching out for it.
The spell broke, I screamed hellishly and burst into my parents room for salvation. I dove straight under their covers.
My Dad was noisily fingering my Mum and I had just acquired a front row seat.
Fucking mannequin cunt
( , Sat 9 Apr 2011, 1:01, 4 replies)
Twit!
I used to have a similar thing with a glowing skeleton.
Was all goosebumpy until the last couple of lines
Pffft LOL
( , Sat 9 Apr 2011, 1:17, closed)
I used to have a similar thing with a glowing skeleton.
Was all goosebumpy until the last couple of lines
Pffft LOL
( , Sat 9 Apr 2011, 1:17, closed)
It carried on until we left that house. So it is almost definitely the product of an overactive childish imagination. But no idea why I never saw it again once we moved.
The mannequin that is....
( , Sun 10 Apr 2011, 11:37, closed)
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