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Hi


Posted by: Evil DrPorkChop
The creepiest thing that's ever happened to me was when me and my ex-gf were chilling in my car smoking at night time.
Out of nowhere this older looking chick was walking in the middle of the road like a zombie. She was walking in a zig zag pattern down the road and it looked like she was starting to walk towards my car and we started freaking the -blam!- out.
Now that I remember it, it was pretty hilarious, but we were so -blam!- scared when it happened because she was walking like a zombie, lol

She was drunk.

  • 03.05.2011 4:26 PM PDT

I <3 Bungie!

When I was 13 we had just moved into a newly built one story home at the end of a new subdivision. We were one of two houses in a 20 acre lot, the rest was forest and undeveloped property. The house has such large windows throughout that you can literally see everything going on inside of it in every room except the bedrooms. I had picked the back corner bedroom facing the forest for the privacy, and figured there was no need for blinds.
Since it was January in Wisconsin and the ground was covered in snow there was no need to cut the grass, landscape, or go outside in general. A month or so into living in the house I began to see single tiny balls of orange light whenever I was laying in bed with the light on before going to sleep. Being 13 and new to the space I figured it was just something random. After a while it became a nightly occurrence and I mentioned it to my parents.
Fast forward to June when my friends and I were running around my house and I roll to the ground in the area right outside my bedroom window to catch my breath. The ground outside my window is LITTERED with Marlboro cigarette butts burnt to the filter. I told my parents.....we got blinds, I moved to the basement.
Two months later I'm awoken in the middle of the night by a small banging coming from somewhere in the basement. I wake up and look around the corner, seeing nothing. The next morning my mom brings in the sliced open and bent window screen covering the window to the basement and my bedroom. Thankfully, the window was locked. Nothing else came of it and it still gives me chills as I type this for you.
TL;DR: When I was 13, for months someone was watching me nightly as I slept. Then tried to break in.

EDIT: Pics of bedroom today, basement windows and the backyard

[Edited on 03.06.2011 12:41 AM PST]

  • 03.05.2011 11:54 PM PDT

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Well, when we first moved into my house, my dad noticed my dog digging by the big maple tree in our back yard. She had been doing this for a while in the same place, so my dad finally went outside to see what she was digging for. A few shovel-fulls of dirt in, he found a shoebox. In the shoebox was a steak knife with a tape-wrapped handle and what looked like old, dried blood on the blade. He (stupidly) threw it away and passed it off as just rust. I think he just didn't want the whole back yard of his new house to be torn up for a crime scene investigation. Sadly, I wasn't able to tell him to report it because I was still crapping in my diapers at the time.

That dog still dug in that area till the day she died.

I think something is still buried there, but the spot is now covered by a concrete patio, so I can't investigate further.

  • 03.06.2011 12:31 AM PDT

But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.


Posted by: Dandude97
Once, I woke up abruptly in the middle of the night and I had this eerie feeling. Then, there is a small tingle in my leg. That sensation then builds until all of a sudden, there is an extremely sharp pain in my thigh and I am completely paralyzed for about ten seconds. Then, everything is normal again.

That has happened twice before and it's goddamn scary.

Sleep paralysis.

[Edited on 03.06.2011 1:00 AM PST]

  • 03.06.2011 12:43 AM PDT

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Posted by: das fork
When I was 13 we had just moved into a newly built one story home at the end of a new subdivision. We were one of two houses in a 20 acre lot, the rest was forest and undeveloped property. The house has such large windows throughout that you can literally see everything going on inside of it in every room except the bedrooms. I had picked the back corner bedroom facing the forest for the privacy, and figured there was no need for blinds.
Since it was January in Wisconsin and the ground was covered in snow there was no need to cut the grass, landscape, or go outside in general. A month or so into living in the house I began to see single tiny balls of orange light whenever I was laying in bed with the light on before going to sleep. Being 13 and new to the space I figured it was just something random. After a while it became a nightly occurrence and I mentioned it to my parents.
Fast forward to June when my friends and I were running around my house and I roll to the ground in the area right outside my bedroom window to catch my breath. The ground outside my window is LITTERED with Marlboro cigarette butts burnt to the filter. I told my parents.....we got blinds, I moved to the basement.
Two months later I'm awoken in the middle of the night by a small banging coming from somewhere in the basement. I wake up and look around the corner, seeing nothing. The next morning my mom brings in the sliced open and bent window screen covering the window to the basement and my bedroom. Thankfully, the window was locked. Nothing else came of it and it still gives me chills as I type this for you.
TL;DR: When I was 13, for months someone was watching me nightly as I slept. Then tried to break in.

EDIT: Pics of bedroom today, basement windows and the backyard
wow, thats one of the only stories in this thread that actually creeped me out!

  • 03.06.2011 7:10 AM PDT

;)

I dont have a creepiest moment but I had one that was pretty recent.

So one day, after a long night of rest, I wake up to an empty house. Nobody is home. All of the cars are gone. The doors are open. All of the TVs are on. I see that I get a picture message of me sleeping from an unknown number. It was like this.

"I'd love to visit again ;)"

About 20 minutes later my buddies come back from McDonalds and bring me back an Egg Micmuffin. It was them the whole time.

  • 03.06.2011 9:38 AM PDT

Sometimes, I dream about cheese.



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me, my brother, and my boyfriend [yes i'm a girl] were all out in the woods making moltov cocktails in the woods in like 2 in the morning.

WE SAW THE BLACK THING!

the black thing is somthing un-human that lives in the countryside woods in our city...it's about 10 ft tall, and is blacker than black. it basically looks like a human, but you can only see head and shoulders, and the rest looks like it's wearing a trench coat of some sort.

so anyway...it was about 14 away from us, so we stood still; not turning on our flashlights cuz we were afraid to see what it would look like.
so it started to go behind trees farther away, so we just ran. X.D
we had to jump over fences n sh|t, it sucked.


That sounds like slender man, but slendy wears a business suit so I don't know

  • 03.07.2011 6:00 PM PDT

I like tacos

Posted by: cksonja

Posted by: Legio Risum
Venimus ad carnem comedit, et multo amplius. Cu­m sedeat super thronum possit, tollitur animae vestrae saeculum.

nos vidistis

devoravit estis


english please?

It reads as follows,


We came unto the flesh he ate, and much more. When he can sit upon the throne, your souls are taken away for ever.

you have seen us,

you are devoured.

  • 03.07.2011 6:18 PM PDT

Whoa. Dude that is insane.

  • 03.08.2011 7:31 AM PDT

I'm pretty sure that what happened is just normal. Probably a cramp or somwthing.

  • 03.08.2011 7:35 AM PDT


Posted by: das fork
When I was 13 we had just moved into a newly built one story home at the end of a new subdivision. We were one of two houses in a 20 acre lot, the rest was forest and undeveloped property. The house has such large windows throughout that you can literally see everything going on inside of it in every room except the bedrooms. I had picked the back corner bedroom facing the forest for the privacy, and figured there was no need for blinds.
Since it was January in Wisconsin and the ground was covered in snow there was no need to cut the grass, landscape, or go outside in general. A month or so into living in the house I began to see single tiny balls of orange light whenever I was laying in bed with the light on before going to sleep. Being 13 and new to the space I figured it was just something random. After a while it became a nightly occurrence and I mentioned it to my parents.
Fast forward to June when my friends and I were running around my house and I roll to the ground in the area right outside my bedroom window to catch my breath. The ground outside my window is LITTERED with Marlboro cigarette butts burnt to the filter. I told my parents.....we got blinds, I moved to the basement.
Two months later I'm awoken in the middle of the night by a small banging coming from somewhere in the basement. I wake up and look around the corner, seeing nothing. The next morning my mom brings in the sliced open and bent window screen covering the window to the basement and my bedroom. Thankfully, the window was locked. Nothing else came of it and it still gives me chills as I type this for you.
TL;DR: When I was 13, for months someone was watching me nightly as I slept. Then tried to break in.

EDIT: Pics of bedroom today, basement windows and the backyard


This sounds too creepy to be true.. but that's -blam!- crazy. God damn..

  • 03.09.2011 11:32 PM PDT


Posted by: das fork
When I was 13 we had just moved into a newly built one story home at the end of a new subdivision. We were one of two houses in a 20 acre lot, the rest was forest and undeveloped property. The house has such large windows throughout that you can literally see everything going on inside of it in every room except the bedrooms. I had picked the back corner bedroom facing the forest for the privacy, and figured there was no need for blinds.
Since it was January in Wisconsin and the ground was covered in snow there was no need to cut the grass, landscape, or go outside in general. A month or so into living in the house I began to see single tiny balls of orange light whenever I was laying in bed with the light on before going to sleep. Being 13 and new to the space I figured it was just something random. After a while it became a nightly occurrence and I mentioned it to my parents.
Fast forward to June when my friends and I were running around my house and I roll to the ground in the area right outside my bedroom window to catch my breath. The ground outside my window is LITTERED with Marlboro cigarette butts burnt to the filter. I told my parents.....we got blinds, I moved to the basement.
Two months later I'm awoken in the middle of the night by a small banging coming from somewhere in the basement. I wake up and look around the corner, seeing nothing. The next morning my mom brings in the sliced open and bent window screen covering the window to the basement and my bedroom. Thankfully, the window was locked. Nothing else came of it and it still gives me chills as I type this for you.
TL;DR: When I was 13, for months someone was watching me nightly as I slept. Then tried to break in.

EDIT: Pics of bedroom today, basement windows and the backyard


Dude, that story truly is terrifying. Even if not true (and I am not saying it isn't true, it seems to well written to be a lie), that is really freaking scary.

  • 03.09.2011 11:37 PM PDT

<(-_-)> Teh mokey is not amused


Posted by: deadlyfluffball


Posted by:
me, my brother, and my boyfriend [yes i'm a girl] were all out in the woods making moltov cocktails in the woods in like 2 in the morning.

WE SAW THE BLACK THING!

the black thing is somthing un-human that lives in the countryside woods in our city...it's about 10 ft tall, and is blacker than black. it basically looks like a human, but you can only see head and shoulders, and the rest looks like it's wearing a trench coat of some sort.

so anyway...it was about 14 away from us, so we stood still; not turning on our flashlights cuz we were afraid to see what it would look like.
so it started to go behind trees farther away, so we just ran. X.D
we had to jump over fences n sh|t, it sucked.


That sounds like slender man, but slendy wears a business suit so I don't know

He hasn't always worn a business suit. In the middle ages he posed as a knight in a suit of armour.

  • 03.10.2011 4:34 AM PDT

"What does this button do?" *push*

*Halo activates* *Dies*


Join UWG!
Fun timez ensue!

I have a story that I just thought of: (Warning, long story)


There was a big Mansion/Castle, It had the number 8 on the door, probably scratched on with a rock. Inside was a long hallway that stretched all the way through the mansion/castle. On the floor was someone's journal, the first 30 or so pages looked normal, just talking about his life there, but the very last page was like this:

8th of August 1888,
8888 888 88 888888 8888 88 888 888888. 88888 8 8888 888 88 888 8888 8 8 8 8 8 88888 88 888 88 888 888 888 88 88 8 88888888


8"


The last 8 was huge and in the middle of the page. I put the book down and started to try and open the doors. On the right side, the first door was locked, and the was near it had an 8 carved in it. The next door was locked too, and had a mud stain leading to it. The next door was unlocked, but before opening I noticed an 8 drawn with blood on the side and a blood trail leading into the room.


I went in anyway, I seemed like a normal bedroom, bed, mirror, nightstand, wardrobe. The mirror was cracked and bloody, I reached for one of the smaller shards(It was the size of a knife) The moment I touched it I passed out.


I slept a dreamless sleep and when I woke up my digital watch was all messed up, it said 8:88pm (It was around 7:50pm before I passed out) I ignored it and looked at the mirror, It was perfect, not broken, not bloody, and the rest of the room looked nice in the reflection.

I look at my reflection, and leave right away and go home. I sleep good this time, but when I wake up, theres an 8 drawn on my wall in blood, and the glass shard on the floor next to it. Bloody.

  • 03.10.2011 10:18 PM PDT

About a year ago,some of my friends were filming this video,in a
forest.So the video was played and all,but a week later we looked at it again.At about 56 seconds in,there was this black figure walking in th distance,with blood on his hands.Being pretty stupid we went into the forest.Being a little bit smart,one of my friends brought a baseball bat,another had a kitchen knife and i had a frying pan.We walked into the forest,and we saw shredded clothes,covered in blood,on a tree.above it seemed to be the imprint of a hand,the number 6 and an octagon.We ran as fast as we could out of the forest,but i looked back,and there were a group of black figures,about 7,crowded around looking at us.Then they just,well...seemed to vanish.We ran back into town.when we had recovered from the shock,we asked an elderly man walking past.I remember exactly what he said:Don't go back into that forest.Never.Not under any circumstances.We walked off.He seemed to feel uneasy and shaky about talking about it.

I never went back there.Never

  • 03.10.2011 11:22 PM PDT
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Just, no.

lol @ the frying pan

  • 03.10.2011 11:24 PM PDT

I spent 90% of my money on women and drink. The rest I wasted.

Ní thagann ciall roimh aois.

Gach rud mo creideamh ea etfilu Dia.

Posted by: das fork
When I was 13 we had just moved into a newly built one story home at the end of a new subdivision. We were one of two houses in a 20 acre lot, the rest was forest and undeveloped property. The house has such large windows throughout that you can literally see everything going on inside of it in every room except the bedrooms. I had picked the back corner bedroom facing the forest for the privacy, and figured there was no need for blinds.
Since it was January in Wisconsin and the ground was covered in snow there was no need to cut the grass, landscape, or go outside in general. A month or so into living in the house I began to see single tiny balls of orange light whenever I was laying in bed with the light on before going to sleep. Being 13 and new to the space I figured it was just something random. After a while it became a nightly occurrence and I mentioned it to my parents.
Fast forward to June when my friends and I were running around my house and I roll to the ground in the area right outside my bedroom window to catch my breath. The ground outside my window is LITTERED with Marlboro cigarette butts burnt to the filter. I told my parents.....we got blinds, I moved to the basement.
Two months later I'm awoken in the middle of the night by a small banging coming from somewhere in the basement. I wake up and look around the corner, seeing nothing. The next morning my mom brings in the sliced open and bent window screen covering the window to the basement and my bedroom. Thankfully, the window was locked. Nothing else came of it and it still gives me chills as I type this for you.
TL;DR: When I was 13, for months someone was watching me nightly as I slept. Then tried to break in.

EDIT: Pics of bedroom today, basement windows and the backyard

HOLY CRAP! That story scared the -blam!- out of me. So nothing else ever occurred again after the basement incident?

  • 03.10.2011 11:31 PM PDT
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rofl

  • 03.11.2011 12:04 AM PDT

The Doctor is now available.

I was a 'Folk' festivle...so many hippies...

  • 03.11.2011 10:00 AM PDT
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whoomp.org thats me

  • 03.11.2011 1:17 PM PDT

cheese

at least your dog's ghost didn't visit you growling...

I was 9 at the time, every boy that age should have a dog. My dog Woof ( yes, I was 7 when I named him, Ok?!) Was returned to the shelter because he'd sleep with us (being me in my room and my mom in another) but, he was not potty trained. Once my mom had gotten angry at the dog for running in between rooms all night, figuring out what room to *blam* in. With great hardship we had been able to return poor Woof to the shelter.

Four years later, no dog runs in the house or my heart.
I was getting ready to sleep after playing my <PORTABLE NINTENDO PRODUCT NAME HERE>. That night around 3 am, I wake up to a distinct noise, one I had memorized years before. *Click Click Click Click* The sound of a dog's nails hitting a solid object, and fast approaching at that. The sound had stopped in-front of my door. Slightly amused that there's a possibility of a dog in my house I role over.


Rubbing my eyes to see the dog, my ears pick up on another noise, once forgotten. *Tch Tch* "It" was scratching at my door as a low menacing growl began to travel from beyond the door. The door cracked open a foot, the growling got louder. "It" began to run. Seconds later, my bed had gained weight near my feet, four dimples the size of dog paws glistened on my moon light covers. The deep growling was now facing me. I watched as the dimples made a slow, stalker like approach to my petrified body.


My heart was racing, my legs were in extreme pain, as-if someone had stuck kitchen knives through my legs. The dimples were on my pained legs, the growling practically part of my ear. My memories return, I manage to blurt out "Woof". The dimples ever present. The pain and growling stop, then start again seconds later. "Woof, I love you." I yelp as my arms get a scratching sensation, slowly going red.


My body had started to go warm, the pain sufficed, the growling with it. The dimples were still there, "Woof, go lay down." The dimples now moved from on my blanket covered body to the corner of my bed. I watched with a smile, as the dimples made a circular motion, then a big lump replaced them shortly after. With that, it vanished.


I never dealt with Woof again. I now have two dogs, Coco and Peanut, they are potty trained and very much loved. As for Woof, he's in a good place, my heart and, the one personal ghost story that will ALWAYS be able to make me *blam* myself...

Good thing I have a laptop and wireless :D


  • 03.11.2011 2:36 PM PDT

Posted by: BLAH491
I have a story that I just thought of: (Warning, long story)


There was a big Mansion/Castle, It had the number 8 on the door, probably scratched on with a rock. Inside was a long hallway that stretched all the way through the mansion/castle. On the floor was someone's journal, the first 30 or so pages looked normal, just talking about his life there, but the very last page was like this:

8th of August 1888,
8888 888 88 888888 8888 88 888 888888. 88888 8 8888 888 88 888 8888 8 8 8 8 8 88888 88 888 88 888 888 888 88 88 8 88888888


8"


The last 8 was huge and in the middle of the page. I put the book down and started to try and open the doors. On the right side, the first door was locked, and the was near it had an 8 carved in it. The next door was locked too, and had a mud stain leading to it. The next door was unlocked, but before opening I noticed an 8 drawn with blood on the side and a blood trail leading into the room.


I went in anyway, I seemed like a normal bedroom, bed, mirror, nightstand, wardrobe. The mirror was cracked and bloody, I reached for one of the smaller shards(It was the size of a knife) The moment I touched it I passed out.


I slept a dreamless sleep and when I woke up my digital watch was all messed up, it said 8:88pm (It was around 7:50pm before I passed out) I ignored it and looked at the mirror, It was perfect, not broken, not bloody, and the rest of the room looked nice in the reflection.

I look at my reflection, and leave right away and go home. I sleep good this time, but when I wake up, theres an 8 drawn on my wall in blood, and the glass shard on the floor next to it. Bloody.


thats an awesome story. probably fake thought. (not saying its fake just sounds it)

  • 03.11.2011 2:53 PM PDT