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Return of the Creepiest thing you've ever seen?
Arthil
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The last thread was most definitely one of my favorites in D&D, so I couldn't let it die. This thread will be like the last, and to quote skimbles: Post the creepiest/scariest things that you've seen or experienced. Please try to limit references to things like Harlequin Fetus and the like -- that isn't really the point of this thread.
I think the minds and well being of both I and the others in the past thread would also like the links to things without proper warning to not come about. If you got a picture of a cat cut in two, label it properly, as in big bold letters, so we don't click it, ever.
I haven't experienced many things that I'd consider creepy, things that some would get sick from looking at don't bother me. The only things that seem to are some of the most basic fears. I've lived in the current house I'm in now for most of my life, and throughout the eighteen or so years I've always had the feeling of being watched. I'm always looking around, swearing that I saw something out of the corner of my eye or even heard someone say my name. There have even been a few cases where I've felt something touch my back or shoulder but there has always been nothing there.
The fact that two people have died in this house, both who were close to me may have something to do with it. Even if it isn't a ghost it might just be my own mind wanting them to still be around. In any case that would have to be the Creepiest of things I've 'seen'. Lets see if anything has happened to all of you since the last thread, shall we?
I think the minds and well being of both I and the others in the past thread would also like the links to things without proper warning to not come about. If you got a picture of a cat cut in two, label it properly, as in big bold letters, so we don't click it, ever.
I haven't experienced many things that I'd consider creepy, things that some would get sick from looking at don't bother me. The only things that seem to are some of the most basic fears. I've lived in the current house I'm in now for most of my life, and throughout the eighteen or so years I've always had the feeling of being watched. I'm always looking around, swearing that I saw something out of the corner of my eye or even heard someone say my name. There have even been a few cases where I've felt something touch my back or shoulder but there has always been nothing there.
The fact that two people have died in this house, both who were close to me may have something to do with it. Even if it isn't a ghost it might just be my own mind wanting them to still be around. In any case that would have to be the Creepiest of things I've 'seen'. Lets see if anything has happened to all of you since the last thread, shall we?
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Now, this abandoned jail is very much the old style concrete and bars set-up. No computers, the only lights were the kind you have in your house now. Supposedly the back story is that a high number of deaths happened here (inmate to inmate) and after a few years they got 'tired of cleaning the blood off the walls' and just shut it down.
Furthermore, when they say it was abandoned they weren't kidding. This wasn't a slow pull-out where everything was scrubbed and it was left 'as new' in case they ever wanted to use the place again. From what I'm told everyone just left in a matter of a day or two and many things were left behind. You could actually see this as their were magazines, open soda bottles, toilet paper (!), and all kinds of.. things, just strewn about.
Anyhow, on to the creepy! This place had 3 'well known' urban legends. One, that at the very bottom of the place there was a 'killing room' in which supposedly was used for lots of firing executions. I didn't believe this as who heard of firing squads on the inside of a jail? The second legend talked about cell 13, which would supposedly drive whomever was put in it to suicide with 100% success rate. The final legend was the one about the graveyard in the back, where they put inmates whose family didn't want to/couldn't pay for a funeral. Supposedly some 'angry spirits' still wafted around the area.
Me and my friend decide to do the first myth, as we figured we might lose our wits too much if we did the other ones first. So we found the stairs down to the basement. Now, on the bottom floor it was basically a long hall with 3-4 doors on each side. We only opened one and it seemed to be for storage. At the very end of the hall was 'the room'. On the outside it had one of those old-fashioned 'locks' that consist of a long piece of metal and two prongs to put it on, basically barricading the door. The metal was missing, but the prongs were still in there.
We opened the door with some effort as it was nearly rusted shut. The inside room was dark crimson in colour and smelled *awful*. We couldn't tell if it was blood or rust as there were what we assumed to be 'fumigation' holes in the upper parts of the walls that were dripping water. What wasn't hard to make out where the claw marks on the walls. There weren't a lot, but the ones that were there were fairly deep. (Note: These were all on the ground, which was stone, not metal)
The smell started to get to us so we decided to leave. As we left we heard a loud sigh, but we both assumed it was from the 'fume holes' and just left as fast as we could. As we started up the stairs we started to hear footsteps that slowly went from a slow thump and then quickly to something that was running. It also was breathing heavily, whatever it was. We ran up the steps and closed the door to the downstairs behind us.
We decided to go now, but not before just glancing at myth 2 and 3. Luckily (if you can say that) cell 13 was near the exit to the graveyard. We passed by it and shown our light into it and I'm not kidding when I tell you it's like the inside of the cell "ate" the light. Nothing was illuminated at all. Then we heard the sound of a rope being made taut and then it went silent. Quickly, though we heard something.. land. Yeah, we didn't stay to find out what as we ran out of the prison and straight into the graveyard.
We both basically thought 'fuck the myths' and ran to our car. Both of us swear we heard footsteps again from somewhere deep in the graveyard as we ran, but like hell we were gonna see what was there.
We drove back to town and haven't spoken about it since. The prison is about an hours drive out of Higginsville in Missouri, for those who want to try and find it. As it doesn't exist on any actual modern road, there is no real address to be given. Ask locals, I guess.
The saddest thing about all this is now I can't be scared by movies or games anymore. Damn.
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The campus is now abandoned, but it's pretty popular with people going in at night and taking pictures, some excellent ones here http://www.opacity.us/site30_pennhurst_state_school.htm along with the rest of the story that quote came from.
Abandoned mental hospitals are creepy, and the stories behind them are even more fucked up.
Also, I hope this one sees more activity soon. =/
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Been so long, though.
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does anyone remember the story? I'd love to hear it
You could go here and start reading from the first page.
Or you could search siliconenhanced post history for the story.
I agree the last was super awesome when people weren't posting stupid screamers or some similar thing.
I never asked for this!
Well me and a friend are leaving for a two week road trip on Thursday. He's told me that he's going to pick up every single hitchhiker we come across. Maybe that'll get us some interesting stories.
This I think is just a tad interesting: my sister got really into a charismatic church awhile ago. Towards the end of her stay there she had this older mentor sort of woman. During one of their little psycho-therapy talks she told her about her family. Her mentor-lady listened to everything and responded that she believed a spirit is hanging over us. Naturally being a self-declared and devout botulist I'm a little cynical. But my old family house is pretty strange. There's been streaks where I would do anything than stay there for over a couple hours and when I told a different sister this she agreed entirely with me. It has a sort of energy-eating malaise(sp?) about it, like the miasma in Poe's House of Usher. But being that I really haven't had any experiences that I would call super-natural save one I never know what to think when people tell me that their family dreams visions of the future or has a family ghost or some weird shit like that.
Talleyrand, I kinda know how you feel about "energy-draining malaise". My grandma's house, somewhere out in the boonies north of Auburn, CA, has that exact same effect and my entire family notices it. You just sit there and time flies by and you sleep and don't feel like doing ANYTHING. You really feel tired fast. You might be as crazy and hyper as hell but as soon as you walk into the front room and into the living room, you just kinda deaden and fall asleep. My cousin has the hyperest puppy I have ever seen and when they brought that here, it also suffered the same effects.
I really can't think of much to offer, especially living in a populated county in California where everything is touristized and pretty much new but some of these stories are the creepiest things I've ever seen
Ninja Edit: Do homeless dudes sharing porn magazines in public on a bus with children count as being creepy?
I am pretty creeped out by this.
WIN.
Well at least you get to bug him about being a brodad if he ever pisses you off, or if he goes through with it for that matter.
It's also at the end of a street, which is very bad feng shui. It's also being heavily renovated by her parents. AND her brother, who moved out some time ago, is the kind of person who you can tell is a magnet for bad energy (generally bad luck, anger issues manifesting as a second personality who he has actually named, and who he suspects to be the lingering, furious spirit of his stillborn twin brother, etc). Not to say I'm a new-agey sort, talking about energy and feng shui, but I mean, the guy has definitely got shit going on.
My girlfriend says she never felt the stuff in the house was necessarily malevolent, but she's seen things. Her brother, on the other hand, had frequent night terrors, and was almost never able to sleep through the night in the house. He said "they"- he wouldn't explain who- would come every night, but only to places that existed in the house's original form. So the only place he could get a full night's sleep was the porch which had been added later. He would see "them" come out, but they couldn't see him.
My girlfriend has heard voices calling for help, even calling her name. She also occasionally sees a man with a hat in her hallway at night. Anyone who goes down into the furnace room is attacked or trapped inside, etc. (though it should be noted that my girlfriend was with her brother every time she went down, and each of those times, something happened).
The one that really got to me was my girlfriend, as a small child, woke up one night, wandered into her parents' room, and said, "They came for me again."
They later found out her brother has seen five of "them" walk into her room.
So next time I see him I'm gonna try to figure out who "they" are. And I'm tempted as hell to try going into the furnace room. I'm not really one of those ghost hunter types, but I'm really curious.
What intrigued me the most is the idea of "rules"- such as that they can't see you if you're not in a place that existed when they were alive, or even the ones as basic as them only coming out at night. I wish the study of this kind of thing was more...I dunno, accepted. Just because our science can't explain it doesn't mean there's no science there.
Oh wow, that is pure gold. With permission, I would love to sig that if it's okay.
Torso Boy: That is a very interesting story, I have always come to the creepy thread and the embarrassing thread in my times of lurking, always good for late night reading, especially these creepy stories. Anyways, your's is one of the best I have heard, please post more as you find it out ;]
Well for me, the creepiest thing I have ever seen was when I was much younger and it was the first year living with only one of my parents, thus we were in a much smaller home, however it had a major bonus. There was a small forest right across the street and down the ditch from my house, so after a few months of running around with friends in it, I decide to take a walk in it alone, so I climb passed the ditch and head on in.
I make it through the mess of small trees and into the little clearing where most people would walk through to avoid branches, now what I saw nearly caused me to puke, it was a animal about the size of a deer, no skin, flies every where and it smelled like hell, and there was a sign that went to the neighboring park's play place that said "No Pet's Allowed".
I never reported it due to my complete lack of knowledge and sense due to my age, and partially due to my shock, but it was just so bizzare. Seriously Silent Hill-esque material.
And does anyone remember that story on the other thread about the guy who went to the old house in the woods with his dog? Something about burning it down at the end. I don't know if it was real or not but it was probably my favorite.
Hell, that thread got me to join the forums in the first place.
Is it safe to say that I'm the only one that sees their request as perfectly reasonable?
Yes.
Its incest.
Also: poor kid. I couldn't wish that sort of thing on another human.
It's incest for a person to have sex with someone that they have no blood relation to? Ok.
Look, it's the only way they'll get to have a child with their partner that shares the same genes as them without going through with that expensive new procedure that turns an egg into a sperm or whatever it is.
I'd go so far to say that unless she's spectactularly awful at parenting, any son that wouldn't donate his man-juice to his mother in that situation is a bad son.
Whoops, misread the first post. The OTHER one's son, ok. That takes away the incest part.
Point for you!
I know they are not actually having sex with the guy, but something in the entire situation seems wrong. It just seems like, down the line, it would possibly present some pretty substantial warping of the child.
If you have any research on that, though, I'd love to read it.
I'm not a sociologist, so nah, I don't have any research. I'm of the opinion that it is the person who raises a child that is their parent, not the person who contributed their genetic code. I also beleive that it would be easier to come to terms with your family member being your biological father than some random dude.
I've had a few creepy things happen to me over the course of my life. One that leaps to mind occured as follows:
I went to a boarding school for high school. It was sort of out in the middle of nowhere, so after school everyone would just kick around and play frisbee, or soccer, or whatever. One day, while playing frisbee, an errant follow-through caught me in the side of the head. My teeth (and the braces I then had) punched most of the way through my cheek and started bleeding all over the place. The school nurse gave me some medicine (which turned out to be a very strong codeine solution) and sent me off with a big bag of cotton balls to soak up the blood with.
That night, the pain got pretty bad and I decided to take some of the painkiller -- I'd been holding off because I have odd reactions to codeine sometimes. I took a dose, relaxed onto my bed, and tried to go to sleep.
A few minutes later, I realized that a pile of clothes in the corner of my room was whispering at me. It was telling me to go over to it, and it was imitating my mother. Furthermore, I knew in my soul that if I touched that pile of clothes, it would kill me dead. I was terrified, obviously. Anyone who's had a murderous pile of laundry imitate either of their parents will know how I felt.
Anyway, posting to say that Magus` has some awesome stories.
I agree with that, I think my problem is more on the reaction that the child might have upon finding out that his one of his mother's children is his father. And you have to admit, if other people in the society found out about it, he would have a tough path ahead of him.
But I also think we have totally derailed this thread, and we'd better stop before we get into a deep sociological discussion on child development.
So, someon tell a story about a dead body or something.
When I went to sleep that night I imagined he probably died.
A few days later I remembered about that guy and investigated through the local news and found that someone in fact did get murdered at that street.
:-!
http://www.infiltration.org/abandoned-roswell.html
The story I linked to is pretty creepy, but read the other ones also. The ones about getting into spas at exclusive hotels for free are also pretty cool, if not creepy.
I recently found an awesome site that catalogs many interesting stories.
http://www.damninteresting.com Check the section Mysterious for a lot of good reads.
There is a chilling story of a young, mischevious man who's mother elected to have a lobotomy performed on him to improve his behavior.
http://www.damninteresting.com/?p=199#more-199
Ouch... :?
This is one of the funniest/gross/scary stories ever. I know many of you have probably seen this already, But I post for purely nostalgic value and for those people who haven't seen it. But I do believe it to be true,... which is the creepy part about it.
Also, as far as my scary experience has been, nothing too bad. But there was this one time...
Imagine, a cold, crisp night with a full moon, in the middle of the woods up on a gravel road. This is the road above our house and leads one way to a logging road and the other, down into the lake area below our house and eventually, to town. About 11 miles. So, yeah, we are in the middle of nowhere and we're the last house on the road.
We get our drinking water from another neighbors well for our little cabin house. So, we usually have to drive to get it and bring it back. Not tonight. Me and my dad were thirsty and out of water and didn't want to bother the neighbors so late.
"Get some water from the creek nearby" he says. Fine. I have to go down the road to get there but I'm really thirsty so I do it. I bring a cup with me because we only need so much to last the night.
I start to head down the road and it's so bright because of the moon, I don't need a flash light. I've lived in the woods all my life and haven't ever been afraid of the dark too much. You get used to it.
I start walking a while, until I start to hear what sounds like foot steps kinda in step with mine. I stop. And listen.
crunch, crunch, cru---
It stops. but only AFTER I stop a couple of seconds before. It sounds close too. But I kinda shrug it off nervously. Probably just a passing deer in the night somewhere. It's brighter than I can ever remember it being tonight. Nothing is on the road with me. I can see far with the moon shining.
I start off again and go a little bit until I hear it again. Faster this time. A little off step with mine now. I stop instantly. And I can hear it starting to get faster, and LOUDER. Like it was just down the way from me. Then dead silence. I look around and suddenly the shadows from the trees above me and below the road look rather black and omnious. Nothing is there.
I turn and high tail it back to my house. "Fuck the water!" I haven't done anything like that since.
Creepy.
Don't remember who posted these before but I saved them a while back and uploaded them.
The first night, heading to the shed...
busted door, I dare you to go in...
Second night back. The night after the first visit. Lots of mist in picture, crystal clear in real time. Door sealed.
More mist, closer shot.
Close up.
Siliconeenhanced's posts, yeah:
thx
I was very tempted in quoting this one too, as it is truly a gem. But I figured someone would quote it eventually. I don't care if it's real or not, that stuff is scary. :shock:
Let's play Mario Kart or something...