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The New Creepy/Scary Dream or Experience Thread
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*Obligatory mention of that thing that is like that cave thing but about that house that was being made into a movie or something last I heard*
*Obligatory mention of Black Eyed Kids*
I saw my step dad, but he wouldn't help me, because he was a fucking asshole.
I tried to run, but it was like I was in slow motion. Sometimes Carnage would stab me with the knife, sometimes his hand would turn into a rotating saw and he'd use that.
I'd wake up when I "died".
It was a pretty shitty time. I had that dream at least 50 times. It was always the same.
Sometimes I'll feel like there's a hand behind me, reaching through my skull to feel my brain. It's not so much a physical sensation as the awareness that it's happening, and it always happens when I think about it, for example right now.
The dream somewhat took a turn from being realistic because when I got in my car it went from being day to night and I could barely see.
Then later, after I could tell it was a dream, I was with someone who I didn't know and we saw a helicopter crash as well, this time into some houses.
The dream got much much weirder from there but I wouldn't call it creepy.
Can we make it a rule that we never mention the shed again? The discussion around the creepy house and Ted the Caver are getting repetitive too. I'm pretty sure, somewhere around page 6, someone will post a series of pictures where, if you examine them closely, you'll see figures in the mist. Another series of pictures made by a mental patient pops up every time too.
And then someone will post/link to a series of 4chan-written horror stories about "the holder of X," X being some random concept like "the end" or "wisdom." At this point, the thread will have stopped being creepy. Don't let this happen.
So anyway, it was late August of this year. Once again I was up late, about 4 AM or so this time. I was really beat, I have no idea why I'd decided to stay up that late since I was obviously tired. And thanks to my tiredness, I made a lot of mistakes in getting ready for bed. First, I forgot to brush my teeth. Then I forgot to get one of the cats out of the basement, as that one especially likes to go down there, get locked in overnight, then meow and complain about it in the morning.
So finally after doing about ten things I don't normally forget to do, I trudged into my room and noticed a light pulsating at the top corner of one of my windows. The blinds were closed and the curtains drawn so I couldn't see out, nor could anyone see in. But there was a very focused circle of light flicking on and off, like the light of a strong flashlight. Now, most rational people would think "oh my god, someone's trying to break in". But my first thought was "oh no, aliens". I have a bit of an overactive imagination that makes scary situations even scarier.
I turn the light of my room on and off several times, but that doesn't stop the light from flicking. I also can't leave the light on, as my little brother was sleeping in a little fold-out bed and I really didn't want to wake him up. So as I watch the light, it slowly begins to drift to the left. Within an hour, the light was gone from my window. I kept looking out the side windows and such to see if a car was going to pull out or someone was running off or whatever. Never saw a thing. Never got the guts to actually look out the window either, thanks to my overactive imagination. I still hate myself for that.
Now, there are a variety of rational explanations to this but the only one I can think of that makes sense is almost more creepy -- that someone was looking at our house from our backyard for some nebulous, potentially malevolent reason. You see, the window in question faces our backyard, which is rather large and has a number of trees in it. The only house that lies behind us belongs to a man named Julius, and he's not a creepy sort of neighbor. There are also no nearby roads or highways, no lights, no nothing back there that that light could've been.
I still wonder who was in my backyard and why they were there, but then I kind of don't want to know. Who knows what kind of wacko it could've been.
Also, I did tell my grandparents and mother about the light. They said that my mom had been outside for a while in the early morning with a flashlight. That couldn't have been her, because she was asleep in the living room at the time. My grandparents then asked why I didn't wake them up. Why? Because they usually yell at me if I wake them up at 4 AM. That and the light would've probably disappeared after the ten minutes it would've taken them to get out of bed had passed. And my mother's impossible to wake up, so she wasn't an option.
Only two or three of those things are even interesting. That being the ladder that goes down into another sky and grassy field and the idea of a lost highway and gas station (which I actually experienced in bumfuck North Carolina). The rest is horrific only in the sense of seeing a bad thing repeated ad nauseum.
I'll tell some of my stories to help boost this thread. I have a lot of relatives in Texas, and I hear a lot of these stories from them. I think I have good reason to believe these stories are true considering when one relative talks about it, and I ask another who was also there at the time, I get the same exact story. I wont say all of them now, but like I said, I hope this gives this thread a jump start.
Okay, so my first story was told to me by one of my uncles, which was told to him by his uncle Pete. So this story takes place back when Pete was about 12 years old. One day Pete got pretty sick and had to be taken to a small hospital across town. The doctor recommended he stay the night, so Pete's mother left and Pete was stuck at the hospital. Well, Pete didn't want to stay there so he decided to sneak out that night. After the nurse had done her final checkup on him, she left the room. Pete quickly jumped out of the bed and made his way out of the hospital. His home was across town, but his town wasn't too big, so he knew it wouldn't take long to get home. Despite this, he wanted to get there as soon as possible, so he decided to take a shortcut through a small forest of shrubbery and trees, which would get him closer to his home a lot quicker.
So Pete entered the forest and followed the trails in the direction of where his home would be, using only the moonlight as his light source. Back then, there wasn't a whole lot of fear about kidnapping, and Pete was always an adventurous boy, so he had no problem going through the forest at night. He continued to make his way through the forest when he started to become concerned. He had been walking through for nearly 45 minutes, more than half the time it should've taken to make it to the other side of the forest. He was sure he hadn't gotten himself turned around, and decided to keep heading forward. A few minutes later he made it to a large clearing of grass, surrounded by the dark forest. Placed in the middle of this field was a log, and a silhouette of a man sitting on this log. Pete was startled, and stopped for a second, to focus his eyes on this object. He then confirmed it was indeed a man sitting on this log.
The man was wearing what looked like an expensive suit, and he held a cigarette in his mouth. Pete now became afraid and decided to avoid this man, so he continued towards the forest, when suddenly the man spoke to him. "Are you lost, kid?" He asked. Pete quickly turned to him and said "No, not really." The man got up from the log and began walking towards Pete. "You know, I can get you outta here," he said "I know the way." "Really?" Pete asked. "Of course," said the man, "I can help you out of here.." then in a strange tone, the man asked "Will you follow me?" Pete's heart started to race. He was now very uncomfortable with this man. Every instinct in his body was telling him to run, but he was frozen in place. The man asked again, "Will you follow me?" Pete hesitantly shook his head and followed the man into the woods. Within 3 minutes, the lights from the neighborhood on the other side of the forest could be seen, and a big feeling of hope overwhelmed Pete. He dashed towards the street and into the lights with a smile of relief. He quickly turned around to thank the stranger for helping him, but no one was there. As he looked into the dark forest, that overwhelming fear he had felt before came back, and this time, he ran, not even slowing down until he made it home.
When he got to the door, he started knocking frantically on it. His mother immediately opened the door and looked at him in shock. Pete was out of breath and looked at his mother's confused face. "Did they drop you off?" his mother said. "Who?" Pete asked. "The people from the hospital." Pete shook his head, and explained to her that he didn't want to stay there over night, so he decided to walk home. His mother's face was now bewildered, as she shook her head. "No you didn't, that's impossible." "What do you mean?" Pete asked. His mother explained to him that 10 minutes ago, she had just gotten off the phone with the nurse, telling her that Pete was doing fine and had just been put to bed. Pete was now confused by this and told his mother that it couldn't have been 10 minutes ago, because it took him nearly an hour to get home. That's when Pete looked at the clock and was shocked to see that only 10 minutes really had passed since he was put to bed by the nurse. Frightened, Pete explained to his mother what had happen in the woods and the strange man he had met. His mother immediately shut the door, and locked it. Closed all the blinds and turned on all the lights. The rest of the night, his mother held onto him in the living room, praying to God to not have her child harmed by anyone or anything.
After that event, Pete couldn't stop thinking about that man in the woods. He didn't know who he was, but he had a strong belief that it may have been a demonic presence trying to steal his soul, giving the meaning of "Will you follow me" to "Will you worship the devil."
God, that story always makes the hair on the back of my neck stand, even when I'm the one telling it. Hopefully you guys found that creepy/scary. Please share more of your stories! I've got more to tell, but I'll be telling them progressively over time.
"I mustn't think of scary shit cause it will happen..... like i really mustn't think of 12 armed skeletons with each hand grasping the severed head of a loved one.......shit"
I've always been interested in things like this since I was a child, it has never been scary as such but more fascinating.
Now I won't post hundereds of things in here and bog down the thread unless people want me to talk about certain things, but I might in the near future be making a youtube series on my expereinces at investigations!
Anyway as for a dream, I had one the other night which was sort of creepy, in which I was walking through the local cemetery in the dark (I often walk through this cemetery IRL on my way to work), and I encountered an old man at the gates. He startled me, to which I, in the dream replied something like "are you going this way?". He turned and said "Oh, I could do, of course, but there is no reason for me to go that way", before slowly walking away. I called back to him asking what he meant and he said something like "You do not always need ears in order to hear them talking". I can't remember what happened next though, I think the dream changed to something to do with Valkyria Chronicles, XDDD
I'm on some beach on the boardwalk sitting down on a bench and look down at my hands which are covered in blood. Then I get off the bench and start chasing this guy. At some point in my chasing this guy, he turns around and points his gun at me, pulls the trigger, and then I wake up.
I'm 28 years old now, and I still have this dream. About ten years ago, this was almost a nightly thing, but it has started to taper off a bit and I will have it maybe once a week. Sometimes the dream is crystal clear, and sometimes it is really fuzzy.
I would like to think that dreams have meaning or warning or whatever, but I also have a regular dream of being chased by a giant piece of pizza carrying a fork.
When I was a kid I frequently had sleep paraylsis events involving a thing entering my room, something that I can only think of as a creature made of sound. I never really heard it, and I was able to see it, but my impression was that I only seeing a sound that I couldn't hear. I know it doesn't make sense, I was 8 or whatever. I could scare it off by shouting silently at it. I know I never made any real sound because it didn't wake my parents up. Shit, just thinking about it now is giving me chills.
My brother had a dream when he was around 12 or 13 that he told me about the next morning. He said that he got up and found me sitting in the living room. When he tried to talk to me all I could say was "Wow" in a really strange, creepy voice. He ran to wake up my parents and they figured out what happened when they saw the kitchen had bloodstains. I had gotten up in the night to make myself a snack, made some toast, and while buttering the toast I managed to stab myself in the throat.
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So Pete, as you've all read in the first story, was a kid at the time, but for this story, he's in his 30's. This story was told to me by my uncle. Do recall that Pete was his uncle. Anyway, my uncle was around 12 when this happen, and he was with his 2 brothers. They were all staying over at Pete's place for the weekend. At night, they all slept next to each other on the floor, while Pete slept right by them on the couch. All of them had fallen asleep until a loud crashing sound woke up my uncle. The sound had come from the kitchen. He couldn't see inside, but he could see the doorway into it, so he eyed it attentively. Again he heard the sound, it sounded as if someone was in the kitchen smashing the dishes on the floor. He nudged his 2 brothers awake, and once they heard the sounds, they immediately froze as well, staring towards the kitchen.
The sounds continued for about 5 minutes until finally stopping. That's when they saw a silhouette of a man exit the kitchen and into the living room. My uncle described this man as being tall and well-built, but he had no features to him. It was almost as if the guy was wearing a full body skin-tight suit. He had no face, just a featureless body. The man walked towards my uncles as they half-way closed their eyes, still watching him, trying their hardest not to move. He walked past them and approached Pete sleeping on the couch. Once he was standing next to Pete, he slowly bent down and stared at Pete's face. He stood completely still, just staring, for about 2 minutes. Then he stood up straight once again, and walked back into the kitchen.
The rest of the night, there was no sound, my uncles continuously watching the kitchen door. As soon as the sun had come out and filled the room with light, did they jump up from the floor and wake up Pete. They told him about the guy who had entered the house and trashed the kitchen, so Pete took the boys to the kitchen, only to find it perfectly fine- nothing broken at all. At this point, Pete thought they were playing around with him, until they mentioned how the man walked up to Pete as he slept and watched him. At this point, Pete took the matter seriously, but refrained from mentioning it anymore that day.
Now, had Pete indeed made some type of deal with the devil when he was a kid, it's not certain, but if so, maybe it would explain the return of a dark presence into his life?
Edit: Worst post ever? Yes.
This would probably make me break. I can't imagine how scary that would be. You can't close your eyes 'cause you know he's right there, staring at you, but you can't run either. And 2 entire minutes? Shit, that must feel like years.
The only other entrance to the house was the backdoor in the kitchen next to the bathroom. Coming out of the bathroom, I checked that it was deadbolted as I had seen way too many horror movies and always note that kind of thing. Exiting the kitchen, straight ahead of me was the door to the porch. It was also deadbolted. It had those lacy curtains over the window where you can't tell whats on the other side unless the light is on there. I never liked those.
I went into the computer room where my friend was, and we were watching a movie. We heard a loud thump in the next room, where I had just come from, and we both looked at each other. They had no pets and everything was deadbolted, so nobody could have come in. We walked out of the room and the porch door was wide open. He went out onto the porch (I wouldnt go near it) and there was nothing. We checked the whole house and nobody was around. He said the wind probably just blew it open. I insisted that I had seen it deadbolted, but he didn't seem concerned at all.
The next day we had somehow gotten around to talking about it with his mom when they came home, and she said that one lady who had lived there before them had died on the porch. She also said that once she had gone into the kitchen and all the cabinet doors were wide open. It didn't seem to bother any of them in the least.
Back when my ladyfriend and her sister were young, he'd tucked them in one night and had been sleeping for several hours when he wakes up to the smoke alarm going off. He runs down to where the alarm was, checks on the kids, checks everything, but doesn't find a fire anywhere. He tries smelling for smoke throughout the entire house, but still doesn't find anything. Eventually he takes a look at the smoke detector to check the battery, imagining it must have been a malfunction, but the battery and the detector seem fine.
While he's trying to figure out what the hell else could be going on, the phone rings. At four in the morning. He answers it and it's his father-in-law, who tells him, "Sorry to wake everyone up, but I had to call...I just had this really unsettling dream that there was a horrible fire at your house, and I had to make sure you guys were alright."
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