Well it's not gonna...
Come on now, everyone knows ket is actually just a standard anathestic. The only reason it's not more widely used on humans is because of the hallucinations. It's occasionally used on kids still though. Horse Tranq is derived from it.

I communed with mother nature whilst on a rather large and splendid hit of the stuff. Got stuck in a few K Holes too. Now THEY are scary... Not touched it since the last bad one, wher every time I blinked teh UNIVERESE re-set itself. And I couldn't stop blinking.
(The Splendid Oaf, Tue 25 Apr 2006, 12:30, Reply)

When I was younger
I used to go down to the local graveyard (Harpole, Northants), and crank one off over the grave of Mrs Hilda Snowbottom, who died in 1889 of leuikemia. Not very satanic... just got a thing for black marble...
(TexMex2000, Tue 25 Apr 2006, 12:21, Reply)

ummmm not sure if this counts
But whilst experimenting with the err slightly less than legal substance Ketamine (its a horse tranquiliser for those not in the know, but can be used for recreational purposes in the right dosage) I 'accidentally' took a very large amount just to see what happens at a halloween party.

According to onlookers, I just sat there for half an hour staring into space. My version of the incident is somewhat different however; here's what i saw.

Satan, standing over me looking very judgemental. I gathered that he was actually pitying my mental state, and that he thought i should be ashamed of myself.

_{I haven't done it since, and no it wasn't a cosutme party.}
(well its not going to suck itself yadda yadda yadda, Tue 25 Apr 2006, 12:16, Reply)

A Halloween remembered
1974 and its Halloween in a small village in the Cotswolds, the moons up and the stars are out. An intrepid gang of 12 year olds are in the kitchen planning a trip across the fields to visit the graveyard of the local church in search of the supernatural. Mischievous father is ear wigging. Armed only with the latest Pifco torches and the compasses in the soles of their Clarks Commandos, the gang set off in to the dark in search of adventure. Mischievous father meantime grabs bed sheet and heads round the road way to the Church. As the lights of the gangs torches approach he leaps over wall of graveyard covered in the bed sheet and making appropriate wooing noises.

I have never been so scared before or since.
(Johnnyvax, Tue 25 Apr 2006, 11:21, Reply)

Messed Up
Woot first post so be kind....

Back when I was 16 I rented a back to back terrace house which to say the least was creepy as f**k. Me and my mates would sit there day after day drinking getting stoned like the little louts we were...
The house was a very dark interior and looked like it hadn’t been decorated for at least a millennia, imagine york dungeons and your half way there. My mates and I were convinced the house was haunted and my flat mate and his girlfriend even claimed to have seen the ghost of an old woman at the top of the stairs just outside his bedroom.. creepy...

Anyhow one night pretty late on myself and a mate after a hard day smoking sat there watchin telly decided that now was about time to drops a few tabs of acid each... Beltin!! We start coming up and before long we are for the lack of a better word off our tit's.
Shortly after we really came up on the stuff a movie come's on the telly, quality we thought Poltergeist on acid this should be ace... Actually no, the film well and truly fucked our heads up for the night, we jumped at everything and basically shat ourselves stupid so by the end of the night we were 2 dribbling twitching wreck's convinced that if we even so much as put a foot on the floor we were gonna get sucked into oblivion whereby ghosties and ghoulies would claim us as there own using us as their love slaves? Not sure how that work’s but what can you do..

Moral of the story... Never watch poltergeist on a head full of acid...
(pissed_squirrel, Tue 25 Apr 2006, 10:24, Reply)

A few years back my girlfriends granny went away on holiday and we got to look after the house
and a big old creepy victorian house it was, with wonky stairs and creaks and bumps everywhere. Not wanting to sleep in her grandmothers bed, we retired to a small backroom.
As we snuggled up for the night my girlfriend told me about how many years ago her granny used to have lodgers, and about this particular lodger who was a recently graduated minister. He came to stay here because he had just killed his wife and his two year old daughter. He stayed here for a day or two and then hung himself from that beam there, goodnight sweetie.
I lay there shivering, staring at the beam in the dark, was that the mark left by the rope I could see? Was that creaking noise the dead man swinging back and forth, looking down on me from the shadows?
Despite my terror I eventually managed to drift off to a fitful sleep, only to be rudely awakened by a loud
THUMP!
The thump was my head hitting the ground, I leapt up and wheeled around, I had been thrown out of bed by a poltergheist! shit! And then I realised, no, my girlfriend had just decided to stretch out a bit in her sleep and given that we were sleeping in a single bed she had pushed me right out, so I woke her up and shagged her senseless.

Slept a bit better after that (got pushed out of the bed again, but didn't wake up the second time)

No apologies for length, ever
( VampireMonkeyOnSpeed a super sexy sexual sex terrorist sex, Tue 25 Apr 2006, 10:15, Reply)

My parents house had something odd about it
From the day they moved in, my mum could smeel pipe smoke in the main room, despite both my parents being non-smokers and my grandad, the only smoker in the family at the time, having switched to ciggies a while before they moved in. My dad sometimes caught a whiff too, but it was mainly my mum.
The really freaky stuff happened when my mum started looking after the neighbour's kids while their mum was at work. The oldest was still a year or two from school age, and a pretty truthful and nice kid. He came into the kitchen one day and asked my mum (pointing back into the living room) 'Whos dat man?'. My mum asked who he meant, and he went back towards the door and pointed furiously, saying 'In dere'. She checked, panicking that some lunatic had wandered in silently, but no man was there. She watched him for a minute, and he acted really oddly, looking round the room and eventually just kind of staring at the door that led to the cellar. She led him into the living room and asked 'Is he still in here then William?' and was told that he had left. When quizzed further, he said that he'd walked past my mum and into the cellar. But that he'd been smiling.
When his mum came to pick him up (I was there for this bit) she was chatting to my mum about something else altogether (my mum hadn't mentioned the experience to the neighbour at this point) and she was holding the kid so that he was facing over her shoulder towards the top of the piano. On top of the piano, in a display case, was one of my grandad's prized pipes (he collected them) which he had left us when he died. William pointed straight at it, and declared that 'that funny man' had had one of those.
We had a dog who used to run out of the room from time to time and sit patiently by the cellar door in the exact manner he did when my dad was going to come home too...
Never worked it out yet.

First post... be nice!
(Itty Bitty Gang Bang, Tue 25 Apr 2006, 9:29, Reply)

Spooky Streetlights
I was walking back from my ex-girlfriends many years ago now (possibly 97/98), down a road that has a golfcourse on one side and horses fields on the other. There were houses at both ends of the street but pretty much nothing but nature for a mile and a half in between...anywho, as I got about half way down the street i just happened to turn around in time to see the street light furthest back in the direction I came go out, then the next, and so on (think Event Horizon) until they caught up and passed me, each going with a *blink* until i was left standing there gobsmacked and shit scared. The atmosphere changed (possibly in my head) too, there was an unmistakeable quiet and serenity (being a stones through from the A2 there was always a buzz in the background), I remember thinking, its probably just a power cut but they didnt come back on....so I legged it. Asked me ma and pa when I got in if there was a power cut or failure or anything and there wasnt. Needless to say she paid for me to get a cab home the other times....woo for the wuss, and possibly hence the "ex"

*pop*
(Smellyape liking http://www.b3ta.com/bpma/, Tue 25 Apr 2006, 8:18, Reply)

we have a ghost in our house
Seems someone decided to top themselves in what is now my sisters room. Was mainly mundane things like when my wee niece came round every single picture in the house would go crooked.
one day however i was walking over to the garage when all of a sudden a toilet roll shot off the top of the dryer and hit me in the back of the head. My day had been a bit poop so an outcry of "FUCK OFF YOU PISSANT" was to be expected. oddly im now the only member of my family who doesnt have these spiritual encounters
(Cyberpope Oh my god!! Somebody put shit in my pants!!!!!!, Tue 25 Apr 2006, 1:51, Reply)

true story
a couple of weird things have happened in my gaff and my mates who used to live next door to me. Nothing really comical, just honestly these things did happen.....

One time we were having a conversation in room about supernatural stuff and that and the conversation came onto hell and the devil, after 10 mins talking about satan 2 dead matches in his ashtray just exploded into flames. We took that as a sign to change the subject.

Another time we were watching a film in his room (possibly pornographic, cant remember....) all the lights were off and were smoking the weed as you do. anyway the passage lights came on and we heard the front door slam. "Mums back with some munch" he said and went down to see what goodies were on offer. 5 minutes later he came back white faced. "J theres no one here, the house is empty" I thought he was having a laugh, I mean we both heard the door go, so i decided to go downstairs and have a look. Sure enough, no one was in, just the lights were on. I was freaked out by this point so we decided to do the best thing, go back to the film. half way up the stairs the door opens again, this time it IS his mum with the munchies. Strangely though we weren't that hungry anymore. We have no explanation for what happened.

Another time myself, my dad and my 2 younger brothers went to see my nan in Hackney. Classy area indeed. Her house used to shit up my uncles, I'm talking grown east end hardmen here who ain't the type of people who's pint you would like to spill down the local boozer. One time we rang on the doorbell, and we heard someone running down the stairs towards the door. We thought it was one of our cousins, then there was this almighty *BANG*, like someone had smacked the door. It was such an impact the neighbours window frames rattled. Dad being a bit concerned one of my cousins, or nan, had fallen over and smacked their head on the door looked through the letterbox to see if they were ok and call for help. No one was there. Nothing. Thinking it was a bit odd we knocked again and this time my nan did come and answer the door. We told her what had just happened and she seemed perplexed, her and my cousins hadn't heard us knock, nor had they heard anyone run down the stairs, let alone an almighty bang. Even one of her neighbours later that day asked what had happened. Once again, at a loss to explain this.

On time in my room I was listening to a tape by the rapper Ras Kass. My tape player was an old one which wasn't controlled by remote controls, you have to physicaly press down the play /stop/rewind/etc buttons to operate them. One song he was rapping there was some lyric he says something like "Who spit cancer" or something along those lines. The tape stopped dead then, and I was the only one in the room. What made it all the more weird was my schoolfriend had passed away from leukaemia only the week before. I do like to think that was his way of saying goodbye to me you know, which make it a bit less scary actually lol

And finally, my now ex-girlfriend reckons she saw the ghost of her grandad in my house once when she stayed over. And once when we were outside smoking she asked me "Why are your 2 neighbours on the fence looking at each other all loved up?" I asked if she was feeling alrite coz there was nobody there. She thought I was pulling her leg coz they were like as real as you and me. She said they were looking at us too but in a nice way. We went inside to see if anyone else could clarify we had a haunted garden, but know whence we got back out they ghosts were gone, she said.

why should i apologize for the length, blame he who created me.....ok I'm sorry really
(ruffdiamond, Tue 25 Apr 2006, 0:15, Reply)

Yup, hospitals and nursing homes are certainly uber-spooky.
All that death.

I have worked in dozens and had many deliciously creepy experiences, and heard of lots more.

In one old folks' home, an elderly lady died one Boxing day morning.

This lady's room was at the far end of an upstairs corridor. She used to like all the lights on in her room, her door open and also the corridor lights on at night.

The staff would tiptoe in and put the lighs off and close the door when she was asleep, just as you would a child.

Late on this Boxing night, one of the night staff noticed that the deceased elderly lady's lights were on, doors open etc as normal. She assumed that someone had been tidying the room so she strode down there, put out the room lights, closed the door, put out the corridor lights (leaving only dim nighlights on) and walked the ten yards to the nurses' station.

When she got there and turned round towards the corridor, to her horror, all the corridor lights were back on and the end room was fully lit up, with the door open!

The woman had a screaming do and was all for walking out there and then.

Nobody could have followed her and pulled her leg as she was the only staff member on that floor (care homes being notoriously low on staff at night) and all the residents were bedridden.

And don't get me started on the invisible fly. Brrr.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 23:17, Reply)

Never before have i been more scared in my life
as bizzare as this story is, I garuntee, its 100% true. - not sure if it counts however i wasnt realy trying to tempt any evils.

About 3 weeks ago, I was walking back from a nights drinking and poker at a mates, around 2am, because I had work at 8, so I wanted a good nights sleep in my own bed.

I live in a pretty farmy area, so to get to my village from the next, youve got to get down some pretty dimly lit country lanes, past rabbit colonies and the likes,
It was eerily lit, and I was merrily plodding along with my kronenburg in my hand, enjoying the rustles of the odd rabbit legging it home scared,
But, the rustles got a bit more violent, and that scene from jurassic park came to mind, naturally, i steped up my walking a pace to a brisk stroll,
But the rustles just got worse and a bit louder and violent,
....they died down again after a moment, and, I stopped, the street lights start again about 200 yards down the lane where my village begins to emerge so i could see i was safely on my way home, I knelt down to do my bootlace up,
Cue, the bushes to my right, a creeping rustle,
And the most god awful, unholy Snarling sound ive ever heard, and a bolt of ungodly black evil tore out from the shrubbary, fuck me ive never lept to my feet so quick i couldnt even hold onto my beer, and I legged it as fast as i could toward the streetlights,
I stopped, under the second or third light, to look back, and in the middle of the lane, staring madly at me, was the biggets fuckoff badger ive ever seen, about 100yards back
That thing would have eaten me, i swear,

That my friends, was the scaries moment, of my life.
(Sennor, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 23:04, Reply)

Spooky
Working in the health service, Ive had a few "odd" experiences. Most happen at night and (I think) can be put down to being sleepy, just woken up, "micro sleeps" etc. Anyhoo, one night, about midnight, I was at work with another nurse who I got on with OK, but didnt really want to hang around with. I was watching TV on my own one side of the building when I had a horrible fealing that I was being watched from behind (which was an outside wall). There was nothing spooky on TV and we hadnt talked about spooky stuff either. I wandered overr to the other nurse who was a bit jumpy, we chatted about nothing much and suddenly we both said "I feel like Im being watched". That was it, we spent the next 8 hours or so sat in the same area with the lights on. Never had it again at that place. Ugh.
(kitescreech still here, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 20:18, Reply)

Mwatts_tci
Yup, some chums and I done the Canadian Red Cross hospital a few years back. Great bit of U.E.

Only after we nearly broke into a (still very much inhabited) stately home about five miles away, thinking it was the hospital.

Scariest things about the hospital?

1.The asbestos warning curtains we repeatedly passed through.

2.The 'water damaged' copy of Escort we found.

The place was used for a film set (Patton 2), just after it closed, and if you look around, you can still find the odd piece of German language wording on the walls and used film stock.

Ta.
( sir_spicious2000 Crap I've watched: www.filmplop.blogspot.com/, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 19:20, Reply)

Religious blackout.
So me and a flat mate had just finished watching Omen when we started having a bit of a debate about religion (He was a 34 year old Christian and I was an 18 year old Agnostic.) Both of us being quite intelligent and therefore actually making proper, valued points instead of the usual 'your gullible' 'you have an empty life' nonsense I'm usually forced to put up with in religious debates.

The argument was getting quite heated, in a friendly way of course. But then the power went off in just our flat, the TV flickered red and then everything came back on. I know it wasn't much but with the debate we were having we were both suddenly inclined to change the subject!

And yes I know it was probably just a power failure but it was pretty scary at the time!
(Birdman, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 18:47, Reply)

The writing on the wall...
I don't believe in any sort of ghosty nonsense, but i have to admit my bowels where looser than paraplegicgs grip on their wheelchairs joystick when black gothic letters started appearing on the walls of my office. It turns out that the building was formaly used by various C-list celebraties trying to write their autobiography. Apparantly Ghost-writers have been appearing for years
(Jeeves, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 17:04, Reply)

jamaica inn
the one in cornwall, made very famous by daphne du maurier. quite piratical/smuggler-ish, with stone floors, roaring fires, wooden panelling, old parrot that squawks sea shanties, gleaming horse brasses etc.

it is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of a traveller who left his pint on the bar some 200 years ago when he went for a slash. unfortunately he got the wrong sort of slash - across the throat - in the privy and now his ghost keeps coming back to finish the pint.

there is a legend in the pub that, on a certain night of the year, the ghost will come at about 3am. so one year the bar staff decided to sit up and wait for it. at first they were all rowdy, then cheerful, but as 3am approached, they all got quiet, subdued, and a little bit creeped out. finally they all fell totally silent in the dark, waiting for the ghostly visitor.

then, at 3am, the clock struck in the silent pub. the staff peered at each other through the gloom. nothing. then, just as they all started to cheer and laugh, there was the most awful, violent, blood curdling eldritch screech of rage. the staff, as one, screamed, leapt to their feet and ran. there was a comedy moment as they all tried to fit through the door at once and disappeared into the night and the moors.

and in the pub, alone in the once more peaceful dark, polly the old parrot stretched his wings in relief and went back to sleep.





i was neither there nor staff, but the barman told me about it when i was there on a holiday as a child, and it always amused me. hope it didn't bore the rest of you too much!
( rachelswipe with a fork, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 16:35, Reply)

I just gave birth to a demon...

...as generally happens after a large bowl of Sultana Bran.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 16:27, Reply)

Hmmmm
A few years back I can clearly remember some girl scratching,moaning,banging on my bedroom door and whimpering....

So I eventually let the bitch out......
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 16:01, Reply)

The force is strong with this one
Only two teachers at school ever really fucked me off so much that I wished them dead. Within two years of me leaving, one had succumbed to breast cancer and the other had a heart attack.

I nearly felt guilty about that, but it's not my style.
(misteroz, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 15:36, Reply)

Taplow Hospital
For those in the maidenhead area, you may or may not know of the Taplow Canadian Red Cross Memorial Hospital, or CRXMH as some people call it.

An old hospital , with untill not so long ago had the longest enclosed corridor in england, unconfirmed, and unmeasured, but the light at the end of the corridor was tiny, i would estimate somewhere form 300 to 400 meters. Anyway, in 1985, they all got up and left, leaving everything. Tables, chairs, beds, cars, patient notes, blood vials, everything was left the same. Sadly the usual maidenhead/slough scum checked the place out and trashed it, but over the years it became a regualr haloween midnight jaunt. Very freaky, apparently hayunted, by a rush of wind that will sweep everything down, i will attach a photo when i get hom, extremely starnge place to be.

If your in the area, it's next to Cliveden National Trust House, it's going to have houses built on it, go and see what you think, before it's completely knocked down.
(rmaccelerator2000, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 15:16, Reply)

Dust
Right Ok, my boyfriends mum is quite into ghosts and stuff and claims shes seen thing/weird things happen but Im not going to tell you about them as I never saw any of them but a strange thing happened two weeks ago.
She had been cleaning out the cupboard under the stairs, took everything out hoover and dusted it, it was spotless.
The all of a sudden a huge cloud of dust came from under the stairs and created a mist all through the downstairs of the house. I didn't see this but his sister saw it and she said there was this really thick fog effect in the kitchen. It did finally settle. Now I didnt see this happen, but what I did see was the 'dust' that settled.
Consideriing the 'mist' was all through the downstairs it settled in one corner in the living room and coated the bottom half of their display cabinet in dust but left the top two shelves untouched.
However unlike dust, this stuff was white and when his mum went to clean it, it went sticky.
Very weird
(purplefairy, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 14:49, Reply)

Cuh-razy Cat

Not really messing with the dark side, but….

Many years ago, I worked in a pub in Reading. I used to walk back from work at the end of my shift via the locks and the river. There was a short cut I used, a hidden away sort of path which followed the river round, and brought you out the other side in a housing estate near to my parent’s house.

Now one night about 12:30, I had finished work and I was walking down this pathway. About half way down it, I saw this cat just sitting in the middle of the path. It was just looking at me, not making a sound. Anyway, I walked past it (it didn’t move) and carried on my way home. Very shortly, I hear this cat meowing, and it walks past me, about 20 foot, stops, and sits there looking at me. I carry on walking, and it gets up, again moves in front of me, meaows and waits. I keep walking. It gets up again. This happened all the way to the end of the path, where usually I’d turn left to go home. Anyway, this cat meows again, then turns right, towards nothing but empty fields. He sits there, looking at me. I thought ‘this is interesting’ and decide to follow the cat. Anyway, it keeps doing the meow thing, then sitting and waiting until I got near, then repeating the exercise.

After following this thing for a couple of minutes, I come across a car. Just parked there in the arse end of nowhere. The cat walks up to the boot and sits beneath it meaowing, looking at me then looking at the boot; looking at me, looking at the boot. So I thought long and hard about opening the boot and thought…….. fuck that. I have no interest in what’s in there. This is too fucking weird. And pissed off home as fast as I could.
(geegee, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 14:46, Reply)

couple o'creepy dream things
I had this set of seriously odd dreams where my very-ex-boyfriend was chasing me in all these dreams. We'd been ex for a few years by this point, and as far as I knew there were no terribly hard feelings, just a sense that both of us were loopy to be going out with the other one in the first place. I don't remember all of the dreams, but I had them every couple of months or so for about eight months.
The second last one I only remember vaguely as being populated by a couple of crickets (tiny little things) that scared the bejesus out of me.

So fast forward to the last one, where there were all these bizarre crickets, that if they touched you, you would die a slow and horrible death (I just knew this). If you smashed them, they had the acid for blood thing happening, which was even worse. Or perhaps the way you died a horrible death. I somehow managed to pick up a few of them and tried putting them in the freezer of my wonderful sun-filled kitchen (nice counterpoint, I thought, scared witless in my own, sane kitchen). As I was closing the door, this guy's dad appeared behind me, slumped down and looking about 100 years old, saying that it didn't work. He'd tried it already, he (the ex) had been sending them after him for months.
The next thing I hear is a banging at the door, of course being my ex.
So out of our back door I go (straight out of the kitchen, lucky) running like hell. Out in my backyard were all of these workbenches from work, but everyone had gone to tea, so I couldn't get any help there. I ran up our driveway and it came out onto this dusty, unsealed road, (instead of our boring little cul-de-sac) where this girl was carrying a baby. Somehow I knew this girl, although I'd never met her before in my life, and I knew she was very powerful. I mumbled something in her direction, trying to be somewhat cool, calm and collected, to the effect that I needed help and my ex was "playing up" (I still can't believe I used those exact words). She put the baby down on the road, kissed it on the top of the head, and went back to deal with my ex. I remember looking at the baby as she put it down, but knew that the baby had more than enough at its disposal to protect it's self should anything untoward come along the road.
Never had any more dreams like that again, and I've often thought I owe that woman (as a description it will have to do) a lot of gratitude.
I'd like to joke that the acid for blood thing was a aliens rip-off, but sadly not, there was definite menace in those little buggers. The unsealed road I have been on before in a completely different dream when one of my more ethereal friends was in trouble. I was trying to help her (she was more out of this world than in it, being able to see the dead much better than the living), but when we went up on this road, a number of the "people" coming for her had bright red eyes and were shooting fire out of their mouths. Not a good sign from the spirit world.
Cheers.
(lateonenite, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 14:44, Reply)

Don't mean to be picky but.....
weird is spelt WEIRD
(Jugular, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 13:48, Reply)

Skagg
Last night after reading these stories til late, I was woken up cos my new sterio turned itself on . I had left it set on CD but it turned the radio on very quietly and the room was full of spooky whispering voices. Fucking shitted me up after these stories.

Fucking technology
(GoldenNinjaWarrior doesn't want to, but the voices made him...., Mon 24 Apr 2006, 13:26, Reply)

Dyslexic Demons
Me and some mates were messing about with home made Ouija board (a deck of modified playing cards and a glass) and the guy who was pushing the glass spelled out "loyd fone" A moment later the "phone" rang and "Lloyd" was calling. We would have been more convinced by the horror had the lad moving the glass actually been able to spell. I figured even denizens of the spirit world check their facts!
(a man called donkey has been away for too long, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 13:22, Reply)

not so spooky
but confusing as hell

friday night was staying at my girlfriends parents house. about 2 am the computer in the guest bedroom booted up and then a little bit after shut down again

shitted me right up but she was worse after having watched some horror film the other night

anybody experienced this with computers before and care to explain it to me?

oh also my phone lit up all of a sudden at the same time as all this which added that extra touch of 'oooh'
(skagg, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 13:15, Reply)