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  • 05.03.2008 9:38 AM PDT
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Nothing to see here folks.


or is there?

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china dolls, at night. dark room, trying to get to sleep, nuff sed

Ok... Yes... I agree... ::shudders::
I had a friend whose mother had other 1,000(yes.....1,000)...
China type clown dolls all over their house....
Some ranged from teeny tiny to 4 feet tall....
Try going to get a cup of water at 1 in the morning in that place.....
Better yet... Imagine trying to get a cup of water at one in the monring with lightning, hail and rain pounding the windows...trees scratching the glass....nuff said....
Once when i was young, my dad put a knife in the hand of a china doll. nuff said

  • 05.03.2008 11:31 PM PDT
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i pooped.........

  • 05.03.2008 11:37 PM PDT
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Once in school we were watching a movie, and the girl made a phone call. But right when she put the phone to her ear, our class phone rang!

  • 05.04.2008 6:14 AM PDT

one time I was playing Halo 2 with someone on xbox live...it was swords on lockout. about halfway through the game he told me he was going for his tea and asked me not to kill him. I did not honour his request and killed him a few times whilst he was away...eventually the novelty wore off and I ended up just wandering around waiting for his return, I was on that ramp heading from the lower right of the map to the central structure when I looked behind me...I saw a dark shape with foul red eyes on the top of the map on the right, It didn't move...It just stood. I would have ran to get a video camera but I knew it would have gone before I returned. well i slowly walked towards it, as I passed underneath the section it was on I saw my Motion Tracker pick up something moving faster than I have ever seen across the map...it was gone. But the strange thing was, when I put on Halo 3 later that day, doing some casual forging, It said someone was joining my game...I hadn't invited anyone and the game was on "invite only" anyway It said on my screen "Gh0stOfL0ckout has joined the game" he had a microphone and he spoke to me. He said "sorry about earlier, man. I hope I did't scare you", "nah" i replied "Its K". The Ghost of Lockout then asked if I wanted to do some matchmaking, i replied "Ok". we did Team Slayer. Well as you can imagine the guys in the other team were bewildered as to why, on my teamates service tag, he had pure black arnour and luminesant red eyes, some put it down to hax. In game was the most powerful experience of my life, lets just say I was glad was on his team. They died left right and center, The ghost teleported about the map firing lasers from his eyes and wielding a 10 metre long sword whilst shouting "you have just been Pwned By The Ghost Of Lockout" and "Roflmao no one r as 1337 as meh" we won 100 to 0 in 30 seconds. After a few more games he told me that his time was up, I asked if I would see him again? he told me mabey.

  • 05.04.2008 9:08 AM PDT
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Nothing to see here folks.


or is there?

Posted by: Godly Teapot
one time I was playing Halo 2 with someone on xbox live...it was swords on lockout. about halfway through the game he told me he was going for his tea and asked me not to kill him. I did not honour his request and killed him a few times whilst he was away...eventually the novelty wore off and I ended up just wandering around waiting for his return, I was on that ramp heading from the lower right of the map to the central structure when I looked behind me...I saw a dark shape with foul red eyes on the top of the map on the right, It didn't move...It just stood. I would have ran to get a video camera but I knew it would have gone before I returned. well i slowly walked towards it, as I passed underneath the section it was on I saw my Motion Tracker pick up something moving faster than I have ever seen across the map...it was gone. But the strange thing was, when I put on Halo 3 later that day, doing some casual forging, It said someone was joining my game...I hadn't invited anyone and the game was on "invite only" anyway It said on my screen "Gh0stOfL0ckout has joined the game" he had a microphone and he spoke to me. He said "sorry about earlier, man. I hope I did't scare you", "nah" i replied "Its K". The Ghost of Lockout then asked if I wanted to do some matchmaking, i replied "Ok". we did Team Slayer. Well as you can imagine the guys in the other team were bewildered as to why, on my teamates service tag, he had pure black arnour and luminesant red eyes, some put it down to hax. In game was the most powerful experience of my life, lets just say I was glad was on his team. They died left right and center, The ghost teleported about the map firing lasers from his eyes and wielding a 10 metre long sword whilst shouting "you have just been Pwned By The Ghost Of Lockout" and "Roflmao no one r as 1337 as meh" we won 100 to 0 in 30 seconds. After a few more games he told me that his time was up, I asked if I would see him again? he told me mabey.
you lie. hey look! 0 players with that name

  • 05.04.2008 12:13 PM PDT
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Just to start off, this isn't my story, it's my mom's. She just told it to me. I can't remember the exact details by the way.

A long time ago She went down to some restaurant with my older brother (who was one or two at the time) and found it to be extremely crowded. Since all the tables were taken she just sat down at one with some other man and began to talk with him. They talked for a while, and suddenly my mom realized she's left the dog in the car and she needed to go check on it. The car was only about 30 feet away (the tables were outside) so it would only take a second. Since she had talking with the man for a while she'd gained a small amount of trust, plus the place was crowded so if anything happened, there'd be a lot of people to see it. Anyways, she asked the man if he would watch my brother for a second.

My mom went and checked on the dog who was alright so she quickly headed back. When she reached the table my brother was fine, but the man had a strange look on his face. Suddenly he muttered matter of factly to her, "I smothered a little girl once."

My mom swiftly swept up my brother and left. To this day she doesn't know if he was being truthful, or trying to teach her a lesson about leaving your kid with strangers.

  • 05.04.2008 7:06 PM PDT

I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death.



xTBDx Scorpion posted:
Actually your story could be true.I know the Dutch name of the fish that kind of resembles your description.'Riemvis' is the Dutch name for it,I haven't been able to find the English name,maybe I'll find the Latin one.Anyway,I believe there has been a picture in the newspaper of the fish,stranded on the beach,I don't remember where.It was 17 meters long.
It is very long,body shaped like an ale and has a fin starting from it's head all the way to it's tail,coloured red.It is a harmless fish-eater,no reports of attacks on humans.
FOUND LATIN NAME:Regalecus Glesne.
I also found an article on wikipedia (Dutch article) which matches your description completely,apparently you encountered a huge one,since only the younger ones swim near the surface according to the English article,the Dutch one says the older ones also swim near the surface but not that often.Apparently the 17m long example was somewhere near Holland,the English one doesn't have any information on them getting bigger then 8m.Anyway here's the English article:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_of_herrings



Posted by: slayerspiddey
I was out on my skiff about a mile off of shore, fishing for crab with my friend. That was not one of our better days, as it was nearly dark out in the ocean. Anyhow, we were about to call it quits when somehow my friend had been able so grab a crab with his net even with the murky water, and was pulling it up. It was a quite large terrapin, and would taste great. Anyhow, as my friend was pelling up the crab something lurched the pole out of his hands. It would have pulled him over if he had not let go. He fell backwards and landed on his back in the center of the skiff. I looked at him, suprised, and asked him why he had lost the net, and he replied that something had taken it out of his hands. I was suprised, since my friend was quite strong, and I couldnt think of anything strong enough to take a pole right out of his hands. Then came the really creepy part: something, long and slender, moved under our skiff. I could not see what it was due to the darkness of the sky and the gloominess of the water, but I did sethe things shadow. It was about ten meters long, and I could not believe how long it took for it to move under the boat. I was shocked, to say the least. My friend was loking out of the skiff, watching the shadow dissapear. He turned back and said quietly to get us the hell out of there. We never went that far out again on our little skiff.



I dont think it could have been an oarfish. They only come to the shallows when they are sick, and even then they dont survive very long... My best guess? Honestly, I have no idea, but the only thing that is thirty feet long AND comes to the shallows AND would have the strength to pull a pole out of my friends hands would have to be a killer whale.... But I could not see whatever it had been very well, so I'll probably never know...

  • 05.04.2008 7:31 PM PDT

I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death.

Huh, 2008 posts..

  • 05.04.2008 7:32 PM PDT
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i got attacked by zombie like blobs that mutantend and spit acid but in the end it was worth it because master cheif came and saved me with is duel smgs he owned

  • 05.04.2008 9:40 PM PDT

You! In The Frontlines!

Get touched by my bro.

  • 05.04.2008 9:44 PM PDT
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When I saw this forum.

  • 05.04.2008 9:47 PM PDT

fish. lol

  • 05.04.2008 11:15 PM PDT
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ARBITER, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT BUTTER!!! WORT WORT WORT.

Seeing a title to a thread about seeing myself and wanting us to say what would we ask ourselves if me met ourselves from 5 years in the future... and then scrolling down seeing the number 2012 while thinking of a smart455 response to the first thread regarding what I would ask myself..

  • 05.04.2008 11:39 PM PDT

This is some story my art teacher told us, probably not true.

When he was younger, and studying at uni, he stayed with a mate. Now, in his mate's closet, was a typewriter. My teacher's friend told him NEVER to put anything in it, no paper, nothing. Why, he didn't say. Now after a few nights, my teacher started hearing quiet tapping sounds from the closet. of course, he did the usual check a few times, but nothing out of the ordinary. Just that typewriter.

Soon he couldn't stand the whole secrecy around the typewriter, so one night, he got the typewriter, put it on a table, and stared at it. Nothing. Just as he was about to fall asleep, the thing started clicking and typing, by itself. Now he was like ZOMGWTF!, but the thing just kept clicking, like it was typing, but there wasn't any paper in it. So he did that, and the clicking stopped. "W-w-what are you?" my teacher asked. And it started typing out this.

L...U...C...I...F...E...R........S...A...T...A...N.......B... E...E...L...Z...E...B...U...B.........A....B...B...A...D...O. ..N........A...S...M...O...D...A...I.....................

The next morning he just took the typewriter and buried it at the beach. It's still there, for all I know.

Good story, but not all that scary, now that i think about it.

  • 05.05.2008 1:15 AM PDT

I see you

I hate Rupert Murdoch. This may permeate into my posts occasionally

I dunno, quite a lot of Deja vu in places i've never been to before, such as a youth hostel in france making some blackcurrent squash, i could have sworn i'd been there before...

other than that, weird scrabbling noises at night

  • 05.05.2008 5:11 AM PDT

"Halo is a pretty cool guy, he kills the aliens and doesnt afraid."

- JK

I decided to one day ingest some magical mushrooms.
Little did I know that later in the evening,
I would be walking around in a crime infested city,
where everyone appeared to be looking and screaming at me.
There was no sound, but they're faces looked all deformed
and big and scary almost.
A little later while on my adventure,
the sun must have been going down,
because everything was sort of a reddish hue.
But then to me, it looked like the entire city was in flames
and rioting.
Not really that creepy..
but really it's weird.
To see things that you know aren't really there.

  • 05.05.2008 8:19 AM PDT
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I have alot of dreams that come true - weird though as ill have the dream and then a month later it happens and its like "woooooo, wierd"

Once I answered the phone and it was my best mate - Chris Rawson if you need names - anyhoo, he said could I speak to my mum and I put her on - I thought - thats wierd naby his moms dead or summit (as a sort of "yeah right joke")- and sure enough I was right - I cant remeber being that scared and sad in all my life

  • 05.05.2008 8:31 AM PDT

A witty phrase proves nothing.

HAHHA I LOVE YOU

  • 05.05.2008 1:28 PM PDT

A witty phrase proves nothing.

So i was like 10 or something and I was at my house celebrating my First Communion with my relatives. My uncle got me this throwback Larry Bird jersey, so I went up to my room to put the jersey away. (BTW all the doors upstairs were locked and nobody was in them.) But, I knew this special way of opening it. So while I was pushing my door forward, it pushed back and I was a little scared for the moment, but i pushed forward again and it nudged back hard. I was freaked but just for the heck of it i pushed on more time and it slammed in my face. I sprinted downstairs screaming. Keep in mind, parts of my house are 300 years old. Also, sometimes my lights flicker and the TV will completely shut off when the power in the neighborhood is fine. Also, one time when I was like 7 or 8 I lost my parents in Ocean City, New Jersey and I had to walk home alone at night and i was crying the whole way back. I eventually found my parents. Also, its kind of strange because a couple years ago, 11 years old, I always had the same dream where i would walk up a castle and jump threw a "water-well shaped" hole and then I'd be falling threw the sky. Then, I'd wake up. Also try going on the Dare Devil at Six Flags Great Adventure in New Jersey. Thats about it, I'll think of more later. BTW I AM NOT LYING ALTHOUGH IM SURE YOU HAVE HAD CRAZIER EXPERIENCES BECAUSE YOU'RE PROBABLY 20 OR SOMETHING.

  • 05.05.2008 1:46 PM PDT

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Posted by: Gondorian
An obese "special" kid tired to molest me.

*shivers*

hahahahahahahaha

  • 05.05.2008 1:49 PM PDT
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I keep looking over my shoulder while reading these lol. Anyway, here's mine:

About 6 months ago, I was practicing drums in my room, with nobody in the house, and I stop playing for a second because my wrists hurt. And then I swear I heard footsteps on the stairs outside my room, which creak pretty badly. I peeked my head out the door to check if my mom was home early, but there was nobody to be found. It scared the -blam!- out of me. I got out of my house and just stood in the yeard 'till my mom got home. I've also had some wierd stuff happen to me while on an "acidic" substance, but at the risk of being blacklisted, I'll keep those to myself.

  • 05.05.2008 2:10 PM PDT
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Hi thar.

Posted by: Wildcard1992
I was sitting in front of this computer when a gecko crawled up my pants. I yelled.


Lol!

  • 05.05.2008 2:14 PM PDT

One night (i think around christmas) i heard someone singing a christmas carol in my living room so i figure "if something or someone is in here he probably wants to kill me so might as well try to fight them" so i grab my best, strongest sword (i collect them) and go into the living room, in the hallway i see my cousin, she was staying over and she heard the caroling too, so i tell her to grab a sword too and we both go in there, i see a strange figure, it was standing still so we try to hit it but nothing is there.We decide to go back to sleep, we kept our swords near us just in case, we never heard the caroling ever again. i will never forget that night.

  • 05.05.2008 3:30 PM PDT
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I have the creepiest true story ever. It could be made into a horror movie it's so scary. I was scarred -blam!-less. I thought I was going to die a cultist, cannibal death.

When I was 14 I used to work on a farm in Sannger, California. It was my first job, but all I really did was drive tractors and trucks and stuff like that around. Sometimes I helped in the feilds, I did small favors, you get the picture. This was a seriously big farm right? Huge, about twice the size of the size of the farm from the movie Signs. In the middle of this farm was a big country style house, and this was a seriously big house. It was built in 1890, and it looked like it. Mind you, it was well kept and nice and clean, but you could tell it was old, seriously old. It had long narrow hallways and wooden floors and a terrible squeaking problem. Sometimes I was home alone and the house would just squeak. Nobody was inside, but it being an old house, it did this. The big problem was that it wouldnt just sqeak and be done with it. The house was in the shape of a big U. You could be sitting in one end of the house and the other side of the house would sqeak. The sound would work it's way through and it would sound like somebody was walking towards you. Nothing actually happened, but it was a bit unnerving. Take this for example:
One night I was all alone in this big house. I was working on the computer on my desk. The room I was in had sliding glass door that looked out on the land. Keep in mind it was just land, no trees, no road, no cornfields, just plain, flat land as far as the eye could see. And of course, this was at night, so I could only see as far as the light from the lamp on the porch would go. You just get this feeling. It makes you wonder whats beyond that light. You can only see about 10 feet, but there could be someone beyond that 10 feet, right outside the reach of the light. Your basically in a fishbowl. With that light on, someone could could see you a mile away. It just gets creepy. But I only tell you this to set the mood for the real story. This is where it starts:
The family that bought this house were fairly old. They had bought this house about 30 years prior to this story. They knew virtualy nothing about the previous owner. We don't know if he was the one or if he even had anything to do with this, but it's still suspicious. Anyway, odd stuff had been happening around that added to the creepieness of this house. Plates, Pans, Forks, Knives, Spoons, Pots, they went missing from time to time. notice a resembalance between those objects? Theyre all eating utencils. This didnt bother us this much, it was a big house, someone could have misplaced those objects right? Wrong. They were stolen as it turns out. But we didn't know that. Then one day around 4:00 as all the workers are leaving one comes up to my grandpa, who owns the farm, and says "There was a guy out in the cornfields today". My grandpa asks what he looked like and the worker says he didn't know, he was just tall. He had apparently vanished before they could get a good look at him. We shrugged it off. The next day I walked out to the front yard to feed the animals, and right on the porch, there was a cockroach impaled by one of our forks. This made me nervous, but I mostly ignored it. A few weeks went by and nothing happened. But then we decided to clean out the sheds and barns, stuff like that. We found something nasty. We had barncats, we didn't buy them, they were either already there or they had shown up. We left a heater up and put a big bucket of food and water in, mostly they didn't need it, the mice they cought were fine for them. When we were cleaning the barn out one of my friends moved a few peices of wood and found a gruesome sight. A barncat, crucified. It was nailed to a board on all fours and it's insides were torn out and gone, like it had been eaten. The next day we found another fork on our porch, this time with a slab of meat. After this we began to refer to the creep as "The Cannibal". This was the last we heard of whatever it was for a while. Summer ended and we figured that whoever it was had gone away. Wrong. Next summer in June we were all sitting on the porch, all was well. No more forks were missing, we had all forgotten about it. My friends and I were sititng on the deck having a barbacue when all of a sudden we heard a voice. It slowly whispered all of our names and then stopped. It had come from the corn fields. We heard them rustle as if the guy was moving away. Some of my friends were much older than me and therefore had a gun lisence. My friend Jack, who was as Texan and redneck as you could be, ran inside and grabbed his 12-Guage Shotgun. He ran into the fields with it and came back an hour later. He found nothing. This scarred us because the guy knew our names. This was utterly creepy. Our silverware was vanishing, and now he knew who we were. He had obviously been in our house before. We called the police and they said they would keep a look out, and they probably meant it, but the problem was, aside from the silverware, we had no proof he had been in our house. The guy was very elusive and he knew it. Still, we went back to our daily lives. A week later, Jack was driving back to the house with me in the car. It was a long dirt road that we were on, surrounded by fields on both sides. Suddenly, we see a figure about 100 ft ahead of us. We didn't recognize him, but we could tell he was leering at us. Jack, being Jack, floors it. The car flys at this guy, but he dives into the fields. We didn't see him until two weeks later. One night, I was home alone with my grandfather when he asks me to go get the trucks and put them in the garage. Everyone else was at a big dinner a few miles out of town. It's just me and my grandfather. The people don't come back until midnight or so. I go out, walk over to truck #1 and wait for it to warm up. After five muinets or so it was finally good to go, I get in, put the key into the ignition, and start to drive back. Thats when I saw him. He was standing in the middle of the road, jeering at me. He was tall and pale as hell with long black hair. If I was smarter and older I would have floored it, I could have easily hit him, but instead, I put it in reverse, which jammed the car up. I was stuck. I locked the doors and hid my face in my hands. After two minuets I was finally brave enough to look up. HE WAS RIGHT THERE IN THE WINDOW, LOOKING IN AND SMILING AT ME!!! I put my face in my hands again and reached up and turned the ignition. It worked. I drove like hell back to the house, at which point some people had started to get back from dinner. I told them what happened and they all went dead serious. It was like hardcore Texas Redneck rampage or something. They all grabbed their shotguns and trucks and went out searching for hours. I would have found it cool if I hadent been scarred out of my mind. They found nothing. We never really heard anything of him after that. Sometimes in the summer the workers would say that they saw a guy in the fields, but we saw nothing more of him. Nothing else went missing, no other cats were mauled, nothing. However even when I was seventeen and I went over to my friends house a few miles away from the farm and we went swimming at night, it always felt like we were being watched. We were being watched. The cannibal never really went away.

That's it. Beat that!

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Ahhh I cant see!!

  • 05.05.2008 6:00 PM PDT