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that cannibal thing is freaky if true.

  • 05.05.2008 6:35 PM PDT
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dude, that is the scariest dam thing ever. i personally wouldve taken a crap in my pants.

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That doesnt sound scary its sounds so damn funny!!

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Once when i was 10 i started to see this boy un the doorway of the house...he wouldnt do anything but when i looked away then looked back he was gone... this would happen to me almost twice a week for about 3 months... then one night i was ho,e alone right about to go to sleep when i see him..i look in my covers hoping he would be gone when i look back...wrong. he was still there for about 2 minutes...then i heard this high pitch whine and he was gone when i looked back at him. then for about 3 days i started to see an adult figure...it scared me so bad i peed my pants about 4 times the first night... =[ yea...i pee'd lol but anyways for about a year i saw neither and had just turned thewhole thing into this wierd ghost story i told all my friends.. but then almost when i turned 12 i woke up alost at midnite to a boy on the edge of my bed...not looking at me..but there...he looked...wet...but sorta like a darkish wet.. i screemd to find my brother rush in and him being gone.. nothing every happened again but about 3 years later i found out a boy had been killed in that house..

  • 05.06.2008 12:28 AM 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!!


If your of legal age get a concealed gun license. That way if you ever see him again, whip it out and take him down.

PS: Aim for the leg first. That way you can have a more precise shot at his head.

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i have another one, this happened to me when i was about 17.. one night i kept feeling really down for some reason...possibly the fact i lived in Colorado with literally no friends besides my grandpa...but anyways that night i had a very odd dream i was sharing a coffen (i dont exactly know how to spell that) with my grandpa...for some reason i wasnt scared... just confused..he told me all about his life and how it ended...he told me it was time to go and that i had to go...so i found myself in the living room in a giant card board box(we used as a dog bed) and my mom was crying...i asked her what she was so sad about and she told me grandpa was dead... i was in so much shock at the time i blacked out... i never dreamed about grandpa again ... i just thought about him alot.

  • 05.06.2008 11:56 AM PDT

Posted by: SP4RT4N 070

If your of legal age get a concealed gun license. That way if you ever see him again, whip it out and take him down.

PS: Aim for the leg first. That way you can have a more precise shot at his head.


Awesome out of context. Keep these stories going they are great.

  • 05.06.2008 12:06 PM PDT

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I don't really advertise it but this is the Internet.

My friends house was like possessed or something...I really don't know. I was yanked out of her bed in the middle of the night by some -blam!- that looked like a black mass with grey, dead fishy eyes. A few nights later at my house it choked me in my sleep. As in it picked me up with hands and slung me into a wall..I almost broke my nose.

It wouldn't mess with me like that if I slept on the couch in her downstairs living room but it would still stand behind the couch and breathe into my ear. It did that to everyone, though. Everytime I went over there caught running around with the corner of my eye.

It would show up and do that at my place too but I lived pratically next door. Hasn't messed with me since I left the state. The lights in her house will turn on when no one is there, there is intense cold spots, it breathes on people, and sometimes it knocks stuff over. Before I was skeptical but I don't really know what the hell it is, but it hates me and likes to freak people out. It almost never messes with her dad. I know stuff has had to happen to him because he will freak out in the middle of the night and run downstairs to "check" on us or something. He loves that house though so he couldn't leave if that thing tortured him all day and night.

Psychics, ghost hunters, all that jazz has been over and said it was more like a demon but they all refused to do anything about it. I'm just glad I don't have to deal with it anymore.



That type of ghost is called a poltergiest.

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That cannibal story was creepy.

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one time i was playing annex on gridlock n i get a random friend request so i was like ok..*click* it was a silver profil panda gamerpic and low gamerscore so im like umm k so after i few kills i get a chat invite from that guy * so i accept and this voice comes on this in his 20's american guy is exaling and breathing into the min saying F*** ME F*** ME HARD! instantly *end chat* decline friend request.....it was weird i was like WTF wered he get my gt..weird i rememberd a guy joined a gears lobby playing the voice in the loose change video..that was also creepy he left a few min later so yeah gears is full of pedos :p

i know i prob bumped this but its better than starting a new thread.

  • 05.07.2008 3:52 PM PDT

well one of my friends and i were ding dong ditching and it starting to mist and get all foggy and creepy looking outside.... so we decided to go back home... we went to my friends house and notice that his parents weren't home but they were when we left... so we decided to go back to my house because we thought they just went to the grocery store or something.... when we get to my house we notice very few lights on and all the doors were locked and everything was shut.... we banged on the door, windows, rang the doorbell, but no one answered.... we got soo scared. neither one of our parents were home, and it was foggy and misting which made it more scary... we finally figured out 30 mins later that they went out looking for us by themselves seeing our parents didn't know each other

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I had a dream where I was at a cross road between worlds, and I can't remember it well, but I feel like it was real somehow......... Mostly because I think names are familiar when I hear them, and I have a omen about this..... I don't know.....That it was real.... And I'm starting to have the dreams again.............

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  • 05.07.2008 5:50 PM PDT

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I woke up one night to go to the rest room and I saw what looked like a man hanging from the ceiling. Man wuz i scared. DARE I SAY IT. Ok i will: I didn't hav to go to the bathroom anymore.

  • 05.08.2008 1:18 PM PDT

I'm sure that many of you have had this, but when your halfway asleep, (when you arn't awake or sleeping, kind of in between) you have a dream and then you trip or fall or do something like that and then you just jolt awake and your heart is racing...
I hate those dreams! lol

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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!!


If your of legal age get a concealed gun license. That way if you ever see him again, whip it out and take him down.

PS: Aim for the leg first. That way you can have a more precise shot at his head.


Wait how did that story become my post? I qouted that story.

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Ok here are 2 pretty scary things that happned to me.

This one time my family and I were out hiking around. There was a notice at the enterance that said some of the bee hives might be leaving and that they wouldn't mess with you because they were just trying to move. So we get to the top of the mountain and I kinda go off away from the rest of my family. Suddenly, This cloud of bees engulfs me. They were only around me for about 5 seconds, and sure enoughe they didn't sting me, but holy crap it was scary.

This other time me and a couple of friends had just TPed someone and were heading back to his house when we notice that theres someone pretty far behind us walking the same direction. It was kind of freaky, but there were 4 of us and he didn't really seem to be taking much interest in us, so it wasn't too bad. About 6 minutes later one of us happned to look back. He was talking on a cell phone in an extremely animated way. He put the phone in his pocket and than he started to run at us. we think O -blam!- and start to run. We cut into a back alley, hop a fenc,e run through 2 peoples backyards, and finnally hop the final fence to my friends back yard. frekay!

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that cannibal story is sooooo freaking creepy! the whole farm scene is so eerie and ahhhhh! chills just go down my spine at the thought of being in his position.

oh my god! im sitting here reading all these stories waiting for matchmaking to find me a match and when it finally finds a match one of my team mates is screaming through his mic and i have voice set to to the speakers. it freaked me the hell out lol!

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In grade 6 or 7 (In grade 12 now) I was being driven from some Orchard home from a school field trip, and I saw a light fly through the sky; maybe twice as fast as a plane. Not that creepy but it startled me. I don't even know whether or not I made it up all those years ago, but it's still a party of my memory.

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My friend and I went home after visiting a "haunted" bridge. That night I had taken a photo of a hooded man. I went to show my mom and at that moment when I showed her, the television turned off. I called Aaron, the friend I was with and he didn't answer. About 15 min. later he called back huffing and puffing and stated that his phone turned off by itself and started calling random numbers, and then when he had gotten into his room, hsi radio turned on by itself and heard tapping at the windows.

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Lol, I get those consistently, and it is always RIGHT when I fall asleep.

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WHen i was younger i would sleep by the window in my room with a nightlight one night i heard something scratch the screen of my window i opend the blind and there was a man standing at my window the next night someone broke in our house and tried to kill my older brother when he tried to make them leave

  • 05.09.2008 9:15 AM PDT

All roads lead to Sol.

Once in the Cotswolds, My dad had rented a barn-house out and we went there over night. Anyways I had been reading about the house, well not actually. I was on the web searching for the house we were renting.There was Number 74, 75, 76, 78, 79, 80 along Alister road. Great.

Wait a second. 74, 75, 76,78. Where was 77. I searched it on Google and got somewhere in Florida. Well I thought nothing of it. maybe a misprint or update.

We got to the house at 7 o'clock in the evening, it was lovely a small river at the bottom end of the garden, a swing and a view overlooking the fields. But when I got in the lights were out all I could see was 30 computer screens and 30 chairs. In them 30 somewhat evil looking people all chained to the desks! I saw what appeared to be a large Noodle in a cup of water.

The 30 people looked at me, Their faces bruised and bloodied. Grasping out to me as if they were going to rip me to shreds for trespassing, Their (almost) claws near my face. Stepping back gasping for breath I knocked into something squishy. A man in some sort of machine had his mouth agape and half of his skull was pushed though what once was his lips.

Next thing I knew, I was dead.

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Realising chuck norris is real.

  • 05.09.2008 10:04 AM PDT
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Posted by: spartan 112
Once in the Cotswolds, My dad had rented a barn-house out and we went there over night. Anyways I had been reading about the house, well not actually. I was on the web searching for the house we were renting.There was Number 74, 75, 76, 78, 79, 80 along Alister road. Great.

Wait a second. 74, 75, 76,78. Where was 77. I searched it on Google and got somewhere in Florida. Well I thought nothing of it. maybe a misprint or update.

We got to the house at 7 o'clock in the evening, it was lovely a small river at the bottom end of the garden, a swing and a view overlooking the fields. But when I got in the lights were out all I could see was 30 computer screens and 30 chairs. In them 30 somewhat evil looking people all chained to the desks! I saw what appeared to be a large Noodle in a cup of water.

The 30 people looked at me, Their faces bruised and bloodied. Grasping out to me as if they were going to rip me to shreds for trespassing, Their (almost) claws near my face. Stepping back gasping for breath I knocked into something squishy. A man in some sort of machine had his mouth agape and half of his skull was pushed though what once was his lips.

Next thing I knew, I was dead.

Holy -blam!-, I was so scared until I realised you weren't being serious.

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So anyway I'm at this camp (age 12) and one of my friends brought his fantastic new digital camera!! He wants to test the flash and so we go out at midnight (it was summer, we had to wait a long time before it got dark) So my friend takes a picture of me and one of my other buddies outside the cabin. We go inside, hook up the camera to my friends laptop and look at the picture. We couldn't see the cabin, only me and my friend... and a hand. Seriously, there was a freakin' hand right next to me. Wasn't my friend's, he was standing with his arms over his chest. Freaky...

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