Oh, I woke up one morning to some weird noises. I originally thought someone was at my door, and decided to ignore them. The sounds kept on though; I couldn't tell if it was a tapping or a scratching noise.
I turned over and looked out my window to see someone sitting outside my window.
Not only that, but trying to open it.
I walked over, pulled up the blinds, and there sat this guy I know and was friends with.
I wasn't that good of friends with him though. Not good enough for him to be outside my window. Right after he had gotten out of jail for sexual battery charges.
I believe my exact words were "Why the f*ck are you in my yard."
He wanted to chill.
Me: I'm still asleep. Get the f*ck out of my yard.
He left and I went back to sleep.
I was too tired to really pay attention to the creepiness of it.
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#27
Posté 16 février 2010 - 06:45
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I've got two that I wrote in another site's forum, I'll copy them here.
1)There used to be a guy in my community called Herbie. I think almost everyone knew him. He was endlessly wandering around town, looking for change to get alcohol. He was quite old, very very skinny, and had a distinct walk and posture. Even out of the corner of your eye, you would be able to tell it was him at once.
Apparently, he often went to his brother's house to spend the night. One extremely cold winter night in the late ninties, he went there, but the door was locked. He sat down in the yard and froze to death. Everybody thought it was a shame, but knew it was just a matter of time before something happened to him. He was frail, and hadn't been healthy in some time.
One night about nine years ago, I had been visiting a friend, and now it was time to walk home. The quickest way was to travel along a trail that used to be train tracks. There have been no trains on the island for around twenty years, and the tracks were converted to trails during the ninties.
I was walking along, looking down as usual (you'd be surprised how often you can find money lying on the ground). Whenever I was about to cross a road, I'd look up to make sure there were no cars coming. At one point when I looked up, I saw someone standing in the next section of the trail. He was at the edge of it, with his back to me. It looked like Herbie.
My rational mind immediately took over, and assured me there was no way it could be him. It was dark, I have much too active an imagination, it must be somebody else. I was a little creeped out, but dropped my head again and kept going.
When I reached him, I looked up again to reassure myself that this was someone else. I was less than five feet from him, and it still looked exactly like him. He was standing there, completely motionless, looking into a ditch. I kept walking, praying that he wouldn't look around at me. After about half a minute, I looked back to make sure he wasn't following me, or watching me. He was still standing in the same spot, not moving. He was in this same position everytime I looked back, until I could no longer see him. At this point, I walked so fast the rest of the way, that it was practically a jog.
I don't believe I've walked on that stretch of the trail after dark since that night.
2)When my maternal grandparents were still alive, they owned a house in a rural area. At that time, there were less than ten homes on the long road they lived on, some of which were unoccupied.
The road had one streetlight, and woods occupied most of the area on both sides. At night, it was fairly much completely silent, except for the occassional howling of a neighbour's collie.
As for the house itself, it was quite the spooky place. There were old paintings of long-dead people staring down on you. Only the kitchen and bathroom had actual doors, all the other rooms had open doorways. The drapes on the main floor windows didn't close all the way, so you always had a good view of the darkness at night. There were several bookshelves, and many of the books were of old ghost stories and witchcraft. The room I stayed in when I was there had a small door to a crawlspace that ran the width of the house.
I liked visiting my grandparents, but when I was alone in that room in the darkness, I was always scared. It was completely dark, and very quiet. There was always a feeling that something wasn't right. At times, I could swear I was hearing voices calling my name. At one point in my teens, I confessed my dread to my mother, hoping she would be able to reassure me. Instead, she admitted she was scared of the place too, and told me stories about some of the weird things she and her siblings had experienced there. (And yet she continued sending me there. Thanks mom!)
It has been about twenty years since I last spent the night there, but I still have the occassional nightmare about it.
Now that the setting has been established, let me tell you about the last time I was there after dark, likely the most terrifying experience of my life.
It was either '90 or '91. My grandparents were no longer healthy enough to live there on their own. My grandfather was at a manor, and my grandmother lived with us. My friends and I were into a roleplaying game called Beyond the Supernatural. We were trying to think of the scariest place we could have a game, and I'm sure you can see where that is going.
The night of the game, we packed up some lunches, candles (no power at the house by that point), and the other things we needed, and set off for the half-hour drive.
We spent about three hours there, most of it uneventful, albeit a little creepy. The four of us went out the front door, with me being the last one out. I wanted to show the house my defiance, so I stayed in for a few seconds longer.
Just as I walked out the door, Dave, the friend who was closest, about ten feet away, turned around, looked in my direction, and screamed. Literally screamed.
My heart took off for parts unknown. I was less than two feet from the door, and I knew the house was too dark for him to see into it. Whatever he was seeing, it had to be at least partway out the door. I knew I was about to die, but some detached curosity made me want to know what was about to kill me.
As I turned around, everything seemed to be going in slow motion, and it seemed to take about a year. Finally, I was facing the door, and was able to see...
Nothing.
It turns out, he thought he was the last one out of the house. When he looked back, he saw a dark shape (me) emerging from the house. After we all finished having our cardiacs, we wasted no time leaving.
1)There used to be a guy in my community called Herbie. I think almost everyone knew him. He was endlessly wandering around town, looking for change to get alcohol. He was quite old, very very skinny, and had a distinct walk and posture. Even out of the corner of your eye, you would be able to tell it was him at once.
Apparently, he often went to his brother's house to spend the night. One extremely cold winter night in the late ninties, he went there, but the door was locked. He sat down in the yard and froze to death. Everybody thought it was a shame, but knew it was just a matter of time before something happened to him. He was frail, and hadn't been healthy in some time.
One night about nine years ago, I had been visiting a friend, and now it was time to walk home. The quickest way was to travel along a trail that used to be train tracks. There have been no trains on the island for around twenty years, and the tracks were converted to trails during the ninties.
I was walking along, looking down as usual (you'd be surprised how often you can find money lying on the ground). Whenever I was about to cross a road, I'd look up to make sure there were no cars coming. At one point when I looked up, I saw someone standing in the next section of the trail. He was at the edge of it, with his back to me. It looked like Herbie.
My rational mind immediately took over, and assured me there was no way it could be him. It was dark, I have much too active an imagination, it must be somebody else. I was a little creeped out, but dropped my head again and kept going.
When I reached him, I looked up again to reassure myself that this was someone else. I was less than five feet from him, and it still looked exactly like him. He was standing there, completely motionless, looking into a ditch. I kept walking, praying that he wouldn't look around at me. After about half a minute, I looked back to make sure he wasn't following me, or watching me. He was still standing in the same spot, not moving. He was in this same position everytime I looked back, until I could no longer see him. At this point, I walked so fast the rest of the way, that it was practically a jog.
I don't believe I've walked on that stretch of the trail after dark since that night.
2)When my maternal grandparents were still alive, they owned a house in a rural area. At that time, there were less than ten homes on the long road they lived on, some of which were unoccupied.
The road had one streetlight, and woods occupied most of the area on both sides. At night, it was fairly much completely silent, except for the occassional howling of a neighbour's collie.
As for the house itself, it was quite the spooky place. There were old paintings of long-dead people staring down on you. Only the kitchen and bathroom had actual doors, all the other rooms had open doorways. The drapes on the main floor windows didn't close all the way, so you always had a good view of the darkness at night. There were several bookshelves, and many of the books were of old ghost stories and witchcraft. The room I stayed in when I was there had a small door to a crawlspace that ran the width of the house.
I liked visiting my grandparents, but when I was alone in that room in the darkness, I was always scared. It was completely dark, and very quiet. There was always a feeling that something wasn't right. At times, I could swear I was hearing voices calling my name. At one point in my teens, I confessed my dread to my mother, hoping she would be able to reassure me. Instead, she admitted she was scared of the place too, and told me stories about some of the weird things she and her siblings had experienced there. (And yet she continued sending me there. Thanks mom!)
It has been about twenty years since I last spent the night there, but I still have the occassional nightmare about it.
Now that the setting has been established, let me tell you about the last time I was there after dark, likely the most terrifying experience of my life.
It was either '90 or '91. My grandparents were no longer healthy enough to live there on their own. My grandfather was at a manor, and my grandmother lived with us. My friends and I were into a roleplaying game called Beyond the Supernatural. We were trying to think of the scariest place we could have a game, and I'm sure you can see where that is going.
The night of the game, we packed up some lunches, candles (no power at the house by that point), and the other things we needed, and set off for the half-hour drive.
We spent about three hours there, most of it uneventful, albeit a little creepy. The four of us went out the front door, with me being the last one out. I wanted to show the house my defiance, so I stayed in for a few seconds longer.
Just as I walked out the door, Dave, the friend who was closest, about ten feet away, turned around, looked in my direction, and screamed. Literally screamed.
My heart took off for parts unknown. I was less than two feet from the door, and I knew the house was too dark for him to see into it. Whatever he was seeing, it had to be at least partway out the door. I knew I was about to die, but some detached curosity made me want to know what was about to kill me.
As I turned around, everything seemed to be going in slow motion, and it seemed to take about a year. Finally, I was facing the door, and was able to see...
Nothing.
It turns out, he thought he was the last one out of the house. When he looked back, he saw a dark shape (me) emerging from the house. After we all finished having our cardiacs, we wasted no time leaving.
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#28
Posté 16 février 2010 - 09:45
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I’m pretty ashamed to admit this. But this is my story.
Everyone always reads ghost stories and all that jazz. And I am not a superstitious person by any means. But there was something that happened to me about twelve years ago that I can’t explain.
I used to live in a rather old house that was built in the 1940s. It was a nice place, but just very old. I’d always hear weird noises at night, but I didn’t really care much about it, because the house that we lived had random deers that would come around and eat the grass and stuff like that.
Anyways, there was something about that house that just didn’t feel right. My grandmother would always tell me that the place was haunted. She told me that she would have piles of medication all lined up neatly in her drawers but that they would be opened up and moved around, etc. Naturally I thought she was a bit senile or that maybe the house was just falling apart.
At the time, I was in high school so I was living with my parents. Gosh..I’m having chills just typing this right now.
Anyways, I was studying for a Final and I drank some Coke© to keep me awake. I am pretty sensitive to caffeine. Then I turned off the lights to go to sleep. I’m not exactly sure how long I was laying there at night, but all I know is that I couldn’t go to sleep. Then from the corner of my eye, I saw a white dress which was hovering over my bed. But it wasn’t just a dress. It was a woman. I could see through the white dress but it still had a form to it. I didn’t dare look up. The feet were white and they were coming closer and closer to me. I yelled at the top of my lungs. My grandma later turned on the lights, and I was still yelling. She thought that I was having a nightmare but I was awake the entire time.
Everyone always reads ghost stories and all that jazz. And I am not a superstitious person by any means. But there was something that happened to me about twelve years ago that I can’t explain.
I used to live in a rather old house that was built in the 1940s. It was a nice place, but just very old. I’d always hear weird noises at night, but I didn’t really care much about it, because the house that we lived had random deers that would come around and eat the grass and stuff like that.
Anyways, there was something about that house that just didn’t feel right. My grandmother would always tell me that the place was haunted. She told me that she would have piles of medication all lined up neatly in her drawers but that they would be opened up and moved around, etc. Naturally I thought she was a bit senile or that maybe the house was just falling apart.
At the time, I was in high school so I was living with my parents. Gosh..I’m having chills just typing this right now.
Anyways, I was studying for a Final and I drank some Coke© to keep me awake. I am pretty sensitive to caffeine. Then I turned off the lights to go to sleep. I’m not exactly sure how long I was laying there at night, but all I know is that I couldn’t go to sleep. Then from the corner of my eye, I saw a white dress which was hovering over my bed. But it wasn’t just a dress. It was a woman. I could see through the white dress but it still had a form to it. I didn’t dare look up. The feet were white and they were coming closer and closer to me. I yelled at the top of my lungs. My grandma later turned on the lights, and I was still yelling. She thought that I was having a nightmare but I was awake the entire time.
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Posté 16 février 2010 - 07:57
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I just remembered another one. It was the fall of 2005. I had just bought a promising looking horror movie and was walking home.
Something was troubling me during my trek, but I couldn't put a finger on it. As I continued, I notice that the day was becoming very gloomy and quiet. The streets were curiously empty. I couldn't see anybody around. It was as if I was in a ghost town.
A couple of minutes later, I suddenly remembered something which chilled me to the very bone. The movie I had bought was directed by Uwe Boll!
The skies wept blood that day, my friends.
Something was troubling me during my trek, but I couldn't put a finger on it. As I continued, I notice that the day was becoming very gloomy and quiet. The streets were curiously empty. I couldn't see anybody around. It was as if I was in a ghost town.
A couple of minutes later, I suddenly remembered something which chilled me to the very bone. The movie I had bought was directed by Uwe Boll!
The skies wept blood that day, my friends.
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Posté 16 février 2010 - 07:59
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bunnie.riane wrote...
I wasn't that good of friends with him though. Not good enough for him to be outside my window. Right after he had gotten out of jail for sexual battery charges.
Well, uh...at least he's persistent.
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Posté 16 février 2010 - 07:59
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bunnie.riane wrote...
I wasn't that good of friends with him though. Not good enough for him to be outside my window. Right after he had gotten out of jail for sexual battery charges.
Well, uh...at least he's persistent.
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Posté 16 février 2010 - 08:23
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Wow guys, just as i was reading through this thread i came across this on Yahoo (well, was on yahoo)
http://www.thesun.co...ych-Castle.html
my dog will be keeping me company tonight.
Oh and i once visited Chillingham Castle, saw a ghost, then got trapped in a 1ftx1ft prison for half an hour. That was scary, i almost forgot about it as well
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http://www.thesun.co...ych-Castle.html
my dog will be keeping me company tonight.
Oh and i once visited Chillingham Castle, saw a ghost, then got trapped in a 1ftx1ft prison for half an hour. That was scary, i almost forgot about it as well
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Posté 16 février 2010 - 09:27
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When i was younger me and my mates went to the woods about half way in we find an old hospital for people traumatized from war, we walk in and there's needles everywhere and trolly's and signs of hobo's ect the usual stuff you find in an old hospital but there was just something about this place that still gives me the chills and i have been in ton's of old hospitals. The place was so old we could punch walls and ower fists went right through lol! That whole forest was freeky tbh, it was huge there was even a few graves just randomly further in the forest no church no buildings just the hospital and further in some random graves.
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Posté 16 février 2010 - 09:33
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For me, it was a little something when I was 16. I was in a pub with some friends, when suddenly a drunken 50 years old or so came nearby me and took out a combat knife... with which he pointed directly at my throat. Apparently, I offended the guy in some way, although I don't know how. He was threatening to kill me in front of everyone. Luckily however, there was a policeman in the pub. Not armed, but strong enough to take down the guy if he did me something. Somehow he reasoned with him and called other policemen to take him to the station. Last time I heard, he was out of prison. Damn, when I had that knife on my throat, I was simply silent holding my breath. For all I knew, he could have killed me right there without thinking.
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Posté 16 février 2010 - 09:39
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Rictras Shard wrote...
I just remembered another one. It was the fall of 2005. I had just bought a promising looking horror movie and was walking home.
Something was troubling me during my trek, but I couldn't put a finger on it. As I continued, I notice that the day was becoming very gloomy and quiet. The streets were curiously empty. I couldn't see anybody around. It was as if I was in a ghost town.
A couple of minutes later, I suddenly remembered something which chilled me to the very bone. The movie I had bought was directed by Uwe Boll!
The skies wept blood that day, my friends.
I too have felt this horror
I burned the dvd to redeem my soul. 
#36
Posté 16 février 2010 - 10:17
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well... this one time I found myself singing along to Rick Astley - never gonna give you up.
That was pretty creepy.
That was pretty creepy.
