What is the creepiest thing to have ever happened to you?
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A couple of things:
1. When I was a kid (must have been pre-teens from what I remember) I was playing Hide and Seek with friends in my parents' cul-de-sac. They were all hiding and I was standing in the cul-de-sac counting when some dude pulled up in a car and got out. He asked me if I wanted some sweets. I replied "No thank you", and he just said "Good boy" then got in his car and drove off.
I called everyone out saying "Hey guys, I passed a test!" Never told my parents or anything, though thinking back I probably should have!
2. A nuisance caller about 9 years ago that used to ring at about 1am for a couple of weeks; a girl just crying down the phone repeating "Help...", but not responding to any prompts from me. Unnerving, to say the least.
1. When I was a kid (must have been pre-teens from what I remember) I was playing Hide and Seek with friends in my parents' cul-de-sac. They were all hiding and I was standing in the cul-de-sac counting when some dude pulled up in a car and got out. He asked me if I wanted some sweets. I replied "No thank you", and he just said "Good boy" then got in his car and drove off.
I called everyone out saying "Hey guys, I passed a test!" Never told my parents or anything, though thinking back I probably should have!
2. A nuisance caller about 9 years ago that used to ring at about 1am for a couple of weeks; a girl just crying down the phone repeating "Help...", but not responding to any prompts from me. Unnerving, to say the least.
Soldato
I went from walking up the stairs to logging onto my computer with no memory at all of anything in between. Who knows what I did in that 'blank time'...
Soldato
I gather you rang the police?
Associate
When we were about 15 we all read the story of Richard Tilly, a 19th century satanist, which was published in the local rag. One night shortly afterwards we all went up to Bidston Hill, a local woodlands and where his body was supposedly reburied, with printed off upside-down pentagrams.
After half an hour of chanting/summoning
p) we all got bored, and got on to drinking. We were all sat around in a circle, with the pentagrams laid about around us and a small fire going to the side of us providing the only light as it was pitch black out. All of a sudden we heard a stick snap and in unison turned to see a black dog sat right next to the fire, just ****ing staring right through us. Cue a truly comical moment where we all stood up at once screaming blue murder and ran straight into each other, with a couple of us falling over each other and scrabbling round trying to get back up. We all sprinted off the way we came as fast as we could, down a footpath out of the woods. It took a good two minutes of sprinting until we could see the road at the end of the footpath.
And this was the kicker - as we emerged from the woods, the same ****ing dog was sat in front of us at the end of the path, still as you like not moving a muscle, staring right at us as we all ran past it (cue more shouting and screaming).
It's given me shivers just telling that story ffs
Probably the scariest/creepiest thing I've ever experienced.
After half an hour of chanting/summoning
p) we all got bored, and got on to drinking. We were all sat around in a circle, with the pentagrams laid about around us and a small fire going to the side of us providing the only light as it was pitch black out. All of a sudden we heard a stick snap and in unison turned to see a black dog sat right next to the fire, just ****ing staring right through us. Cue a truly comical moment where we all stood up at once screaming blue murder and ran straight into each other, with a couple of us falling over each other and scrabbling round trying to get back up. We all sprinted off the way we came as fast as we could, down a footpath out of the woods. It took a good two minutes of sprinting until we could see the road at the end of the footpath. And this was the kicker - as we emerged from the woods, the same ****ing dog was sat in front of us at the end of the path, still as you like not moving a muscle, staring right at us as we all ran past it (cue more shouting and screaming).
It's given me shivers just telling that story ffs
Probably the scariest/creepiest thing I've ever experienced.
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When we were about 15 we all read the story of Richard Tilly, a 19th century satanist, which was published in the local rag. One night shortly afterwards we all went up to Bidston Hill, a local woodlands and where his body was supposedly reburied, with printed off upside-down pentagrams.
After half an hour of chanting/summoning
And this was the kicker - as we emerged from the woods, the same ****ing dog was sat in front of us at the end of the path, still as you like not moving a muscle, staring right at us as we all ran past it (cue more shouting and screaming).
It's given me shivers just telling that story ffs
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_dog_(ghost)
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Wtf!
Soldato
Why don't ghosts ever do interesting or funny things, its always shaking a door handle or moving a box.
And they're always seen at night, in the dark. I just can't believe this nonsense.
And they're always seen at night, in the dark. I just can't believe this nonsense.
Soldato
September 11th 2001 - my 19th Birthday. Was working on site alone in a house doing wiring, was waiting on another workmate to deliver some cable so was idly flicking a pen cover at a radiator pretending it was a building and the pen cover was a helicopter crashing into it. Not until i figured the guy wasn't coming, it was 5pm, finishing time and i walked home did i see what had happened that day on tv.. 
I know its a coincidence, was just a little freaked out by it.
I know its a coincidence, was just a little freaked out by it.
I dont believe in ghosts but I had some very odd experiences at my parents house. It started with being able to hear someone carrying a tray and one day some friends seeing an old lady walking past the door. I always felt a little scared in the house and once I heard someone whisper in my ear that my brother was asleep. That really did freak me out. Our dog would often watch something walking around the house but you couldn't see anything. Quite often she'd watch the ceiling and track something moving. And in hindsight when she sometimes came into my room at night I now realise she must have felt uncomfortable there too and was seeking comfort instead of being downstairs.
I never really felt comfortable in the house. Things constantly went missing while we lived there. It could be right in front of you and then disappear when you looked back. My brother knows the daughter of the previous owners and apparently her grandmother died there.
Things got a lot worse many years later. My parents divorced and my mum moved out. My brother then moved out a little while later and so did I. I rarely saw my dad because of an argument we had. But we reunited a few years later when he was dying of cancer. I used to have to go over there sometimes and help him when he was very ill at the end and I absolutely hated sleeping in the house. It felt like someone was there in the room with you and the landing at the top of the stairs often felt like someone was sitting there staring down the stairs (I didn't mention that to my brother at the time but we talked about it recently and he felt exactly the same).
My father was a very rational man. He was never scared of anything. And my brother and I never mentioned our feeling about the house to him as we didn't want to scare him when he was there and ill on his own. But one day while staying at my brothers to recover from a round of chemo my dad turned around to my brother completely out of the blue and told him that he didn't like staying at the house and that "the house isn't friendly". To this day that still sends shivers down my spine.
There are a collection of things that happened after he died. My brother and I had to go around there and clear the house out (he'd accumulated an amazing amount of junk including a cellar full to the celing). very strange things would happen again; things would disappear that we'd put down and on one occasion my brother walked into the kitchen and he swears that he heard a massive bang against the back door and the shadow of two hads smack against the privacy glass and slide down to the bottom of the door. Again my brother is a very rational person but he said it scared him a lot. He checked outside and there was nothing out there and no way to get in or out of the garden unless someone had jumped over the fence (which would be visible from the rear window).
I've forgotten half of the things that happened there now. But after all this had happened my final visit was to go back one night and turn the water and electrics off while the house sale was being completed. It was March so it was very dark. Both the electric mains switch and the water stopcock were in the cellar. I didn't have a torch as I'd just come from work and I'd completely forgotten to bring one. So I had to go down the cellar, leave the cellar door open and turn off the electrics at the other side of the room. As soon as I did that it went pitch black. Nothing weird happened that time but I was absolutely petrified when feeling my way back out of the cellar with no lights, up the stairs, through the hall and out of the front door.
I still don't know whether to believe in ghosts. I'm very logical and rational and completely accept my mind may have been playing tricks on me. But I've never had the same feeling in another house (my current house is also over 100 years old and the atmosphere is completely different). The feeling there gradually got worse and worse over the years to the point where it felt positively evil inside.
It was bought by a property developer (an absolute git who dropped the price on the day of completion) and it was split into three flats. I do wonder whether anyone there since has felt anything odd.
I never really felt comfortable in the house. Things constantly went missing while we lived there. It could be right in front of you and then disappear when you looked back. My brother knows the daughter of the previous owners and apparently her grandmother died there.
Things got a lot worse many years later. My parents divorced and my mum moved out. My brother then moved out a little while later and so did I. I rarely saw my dad because of an argument we had. But we reunited a few years later when he was dying of cancer. I used to have to go over there sometimes and help him when he was very ill at the end and I absolutely hated sleeping in the house. It felt like someone was there in the room with you and the landing at the top of the stairs often felt like someone was sitting there staring down the stairs (I didn't mention that to my brother at the time but we talked about it recently and he felt exactly the same).
My father was a very rational man. He was never scared of anything. And my brother and I never mentioned our feeling about the house to him as we didn't want to scare him when he was there and ill on his own. But one day while staying at my brothers to recover from a round of chemo my dad turned around to my brother completely out of the blue and told him that he didn't like staying at the house and that "the house isn't friendly". To this day that still sends shivers down my spine.
There are a collection of things that happened after he died. My brother and I had to go around there and clear the house out (he'd accumulated an amazing amount of junk including a cellar full to the celing). very strange things would happen again; things would disappear that we'd put down and on one occasion my brother walked into the kitchen and he swears that he heard a massive bang against the back door and the shadow of two hads smack against the privacy glass and slide down to the bottom of the door. Again my brother is a very rational person but he said it scared him a lot. He checked outside and there was nothing out there and no way to get in or out of the garden unless someone had jumped over the fence (which would be visible from the rear window).
I've forgotten half of the things that happened there now. But after all this had happened my final visit was to go back one night and turn the water and electrics off while the house sale was being completed. It was March so it was very dark. Both the electric mains switch and the water stopcock were in the cellar. I didn't have a torch as I'd just come from work and I'd completely forgotten to bring one. So I had to go down the cellar, leave the cellar door open and turn off the electrics at the other side of the room. As soon as I did that it went pitch black. Nothing weird happened that time but I was absolutely petrified when feeling my way back out of the cellar with no lights, up the stairs, through the hall and out of the front door.
I still don't know whether to believe in ghosts. I'm very logical and rational and completely accept my mind may have been playing tricks on me. But I've never had the same feeling in another house (my current house is also over 100 years old and the atmosphere is completely different). The feeling there gradually got worse and worse over the years to the point where it felt positively evil inside.
It was bought by a property developer (an absolute git who dropped the price on the day of completion) and it was split into three flats. I do wonder whether anyone there since has felt anything odd.
Soldato
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No matter how rational I may be, I would **** bricks and refuse to go back there. There are some things that are beyond explanation.
If it can't be killed - run the hell away.
No matter how rational I may be, I would **** bricks and refuse to go back there. There are some things that are beyond explanation.
If it can't be killed - run the hell away.
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Soldato
I like this thread.
I distinctively remember 3 events.
1, I was DJ'ing at a party, and when finished went home had a pint of lager and went bed with the missus. Woke up next morning wearing full drag, not a single hair on my body, only eyebrows and head, had full make-up on and thong and what not. None of are sure how this happened as I am a really light sleeper....was proper weird...
2. woke up the other at 2am to get ready for work, heard some really weird sounds downstairs, like someone was down there. No lights were on, so I grabbed a knife and a torch and went down, saw 2 tiny red eyes in the living room and momentarily thought WTF? Turned the light on to find a full hamster setup. Got home from work and found out my cousin had dropped it off the night before as she went on her jollies...
3. Will edit this one whilst I am working, too scary when I have to walk 3 miles in pitch black...(yes I am a wuss).
1, I was DJ'ing at a party, and when finished went home had a pint of lager and went bed with the missus. Woke up next morning wearing full drag, not a single hair on my body, only eyebrows and head, had full make-up on and thong and what not. None of are sure how this happened as I am a really light sleeper....was proper weird...
2. woke up the other at 2am to get ready for work, heard some really weird sounds downstairs, like someone was down there. No lights were on, so I grabbed a knife and a torch and went down, saw 2 tiny red eyes in the living room and momentarily thought WTF? Turned the light on to find a full hamster setup. Got home from work and found out my cousin had dropped it off the night before as she went on her jollies...
3. Will edit this one whilst I am working, too scary when I have to walk 3 miles in pitch black...(yes I am a wuss).
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Great thread kept me going though me breaks 
kept me going though me breaks
Soldato
All of this **** always makes my hairs stand on end...
I need to man up
Yeah the thread is damn scary
!!Can't believe that while some of us are talking about computer technology, some of us have been subjected to strange phenomena.
This world is definitely not just about sleeping, eating, going to work etc which are usually boring routines anyway.
Soldato
Went to a park with a group of friends in the middle of the night while camping. One of them went to climb up a tree (?) so me and another went to get him, managed to talk him down (lol) then there was an awkward silence. We looked at each other and realized it was too silent, our friends are never quiet. We figured we were either the only people left on the planet, or they were playing a trick on us so we started walking back, saw where they were and that there was a distinct lack of people. Now we were worried. Look over to the right and... this silhouette of a man standing in front of the entrance with something in his hand. He hadn't seen us so we just stood there for about a minute, when (you know, because why not?) i turned my torch on. He screamed something (about someone named Chloe maybe) and we immediately ran full pelt in the opposite direction. Soon found another exit, went onto another street and stopped for a breather, thinking we'd got away.
Nope, this blue (what can only be described as a) chav car comes belting round the corner, floodlights on and when it spots us it starts hooting. Que more running, thinking we're going to die, for some reason we decide to go back through the first entrance to the park where we stop again, hear the car coming and hide. He then stops there for a bit (heart pounding in my ears) then decides to drive through the gate into the park, don't know how he didn't knock his mirrors off!
That's when we lost him, but still... that has to be a pretty good case for mandatory marijuana if ever i saw one. Have you ever seen somebody on weed get into a fight? No, because it's impossible!
Nope, this blue (what can only be described as a) chav car comes belting round the corner, floodlights on and when it spots us it starts hooting. Que more running, thinking we're going to die, for some reason we decide to go back through the first entrance to the park where we stop again, hear the car coming and hide. He then stops there for a bit (heart pounding in my ears) then decides to drive through the gate into the park, don't know how he didn't knock his mirrors off!
That's when we lost him, but still... that has to be a pretty good case for mandatory marijuana if ever i saw one. Have you ever seen somebody on weed get into a fight? No, because it's impossible!
Soldato
Is that Tooms? He's after your liver... run!
When I was younger we lived in a house in the middle of nowhere where a maid in the olden days had drowned herself.
One night my dad got up for the toilet and it was pitch black as there are no street lights out there. He could hear me talking to someone so went into my room and turned the light on. I was sitting up wide awake but no one was there. He asked who I was talking to and I replied "The old lady. We often have talks at nightime. She's really friendly."
Cue my dad going downstairs to get the dogs. The dogs, however, wouldn't go upstairs and no matter if he tried to push them they just stood there barking up the staircase before running off back to their beds.
I was young at the time but have weird memories of what I thought were dreams in that house about seeing things. Maybe they weren't dreams after all!
Later on in life my dad had the flu so was in bed during the day. When he went to the toilet I sneaked into his room and tied fishing line to a clothes basket and hid in the cupboard.
When he was back in bed I yanked the chord and the basket fell over. He sat bolt upright looking at it and just as he was settling down again I slowly pulled it across the floor.
He went pale and just sat there before saying "If you're there knock once for yes". I burst out laughing and he was not amused. He was apparently petrified!
I did the same to my auntie the following week as she believes in ghosts and my dad told me to do it. I tied fishing line to a newspaper in the living room and just waited. She settled down and picked up the paper. I yanked it from outside the room and she screamed and legged it out of the room. Everyone in the living room was in on it. Ahh good times.
May go bust out the fishing line and scare the GF tonight! It may have been 20 years since I last did it but I'm sure it will still be a classic!
One night my dad got up for the toilet and it was pitch black as there are no street lights out there. He could hear me talking to someone so went into my room and turned the light on. I was sitting up wide awake but no one was there. He asked who I was talking to and I replied "The old lady. We often have talks at nightime. She's really friendly."
Cue my dad going downstairs to get the dogs. The dogs, however, wouldn't go upstairs and no matter if he tried to push them they just stood there barking up the staircase before running off back to their beds.
I was young at the time but have weird memories of what I thought were dreams in that house about seeing things. Maybe they weren't dreams after all!
Later on in life my dad had the flu so was in bed during the day. When he went to the toilet I sneaked into his room and tied fishing line to a clothes basket and hid in the cupboard.
When he was back in bed I yanked the chord and the basket fell over. He sat bolt upright looking at it and just as he was settling down again I slowly pulled it across the floor.
He went pale and just sat there before saying "If you're there knock once for yes". I burst out laughing and he was not amused. He was apparently petrified!
I did the same to my auntie the following week as she believes in ghosts and my dad told me to do it. I tied fishing line to a newspaper in the living room and just waited. She settled down and picked up the paper. I yanked it from outside the room and she screamed and legged it out of the room. Everyone in the living room was in on it. Ahh good times.
May go bust out the fishing line and scare the GF tonight! It may have been 20 years since I last did it but I'm sure it will still be a classic!