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I just stumbled across these. Me and my 2 best friends went exploring in the woods in CT. Found this abandoned cabin, I have a pic of the outside I need to find it. It was about a mile back from the road, nothing too creepy I guess, just super weird. The inside was absolutely destroyed as you can see, but the outside was actually in OK condition from what I remember. Like the paint job was still pretty intact, the roof didn't have big holes or anything. If everything inside wasn't in such disarray I'd think somebody still lived there.
I was visiting a family's cottage years back and went off by myself and found a series of cabins (a lot like this one) and decided to do some breaking and entering. Everything was still in tact; including shoe polish from the 40's still left on the top of the dresser. It's crazy how some people just pick up and go like that.
Posted by the.ghost.with.the.most on Fri Jul 16, 19:59 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
Bump.
Posted by Johnny_Utah on Sat Jul 17, 04:22 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
i dont know where it is in this thread but that story about that guy that went into the basement of an abandoned hospital and found a dead body is pretty gnarly. i kind of want to do the same thing. (in a non weird way)
Posted by ComplementaryEnema on Sat Jul 17, 08:12 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
Ok so I posted previously about how we were recording in a haunted mill in Fall River, MA. We went exploring. Here's what happened:
We finished up tracking around 2 AM and decided to go up to the roof and hang out for a while. To get up to the roof, you have to go up 4 floors and jump out a door about 5 feet down. The door you jump out is right at the top of the stairs, and is at the end of this really long hallway. Now when we got there, I got this crazy vibe, and immediately wanted to go check out what was down the hall. Me and Mike, the recording tech, went down about 100 feet into what was probably an old workshop, there were a bunch of really long tables and some old machinery. Mike's really into ghost hunting, so he told me to stay quiet and that he was gonna "say some weird shit." We sat on a bench and he proceeded to call out asking if anybody was there, that they should make a noise. We get a thud back, kind of inconclusive at this point but definitely weird. Mike proceeds to make contact with 'something', gets it to make some noises, including a pattern he asked it to repeat. At this point I'm losing my mind a little but I'm pretty calm, nothing too scary's really happening and the spirit seems benign. Now, where we were sitting to our left there was another hallway that was pitch black except for a faint light at the end. We decided to check it out, and as we stood up and got closer I could see that the light was coming from this old Victorian-looking window, which is odd because all the windows in the mill are those old small panel factory windows. As soon as I started staring at this window, I started to feel fucking crazy. First of all, I felt like I couldn't stop staring down the hall, like I was being drawn to it. Once I noticed that, I got these sharp pains in my right arm and in my sides, like something was grabbing me and trying to pull me. All of a sudden I got this crippling feeling of depression, like someone had just told me a loved one had died, and my eyes started to water and I got really dizzy (Mike later told me I looked like I was going to start crying and that he got that 'sinking' feeling too.) At that point I grabbed Mike and we bolted. I'm not sure exactly what I experienced, but it wasn't a panic attack because I used to get those regularly, and this was a completely different feeling than that.
Anyway, one of my bandmate's girlfriend and I went back the next day during the daytime to explore and take pictures:
This is a pitch black room with no windows, there's a ton of murals like that painted on the walls. So weird.
This is the hallway near the door to the roof.
Those windows that look like they're on fire are the work room where I went the night before.
The work room
Posted by rkb on Sat Jul 17, 15:08 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
I want to preface this story by saying that it is not mine, but that of my mother and father. I'll do my best to reproduce it as I was told. Also, this is not a ghost story or anything of the like, but rather an account of a creepy event.
Long before I was born, my mother and father were in Philadelphia walking on Market St back from an academic convention. At this point in their lives, they were both university professors and heavily involved in the academic realm of psychology. Anyway, as they are walking, they come upon a garden that, to my understanding, is quite maze-like, with many different turns here and there (I imagine big bushes creating walls like in the final scene of The Shining, but that's my own interpretation).
At some point, my mom turns to my dad and says, "Don't look now, but I think we're being followed." My dad eventually manages to glance behind them, and sure enough there is a man following them. They decide to take a number of arbitrary turns, swifting left-and-right through this labyrinthine garden; the man, whom is dressed in a full suit and sunglasses, follows each and every turn.
At this point, they feel very nervous and unsettled. Following the exit from the garden is a small building, I believe something like a visitor center or gift shop (or something of the sort - a public building in which a decent amount of people would normally congregate), through which they decide to pass. However, they choose to pick up the pace and start running, dodging people of all sorts, even boy scouts, my father noted. Looking behind them, they notice the man is running after them, shoving through the crowd.
As soon as they exit the building, they jump behind a large tree in an attempt to hide themselves. Fortunately, when the man in the suit exited, he removed his sunglasses, looked in all directions, and swore to himself in frustration at having lost them. He ran into the general direction of the busy street in order to pursue them.
They watched him run off into the distance, and immediately left to flee the situation. They never had the slightest clue who the man was, why he was following them, or what might have happened had he caught them. Til this day they tell me that they prefer it that way.
While this story doesn't have some surprise ending or a ghastly spirit, I find it quite disturbing knowing that it did indeed happen and can easily happen to anyone.
i had something similar happen to me not as agressive but strange and weird , i was in the city (manhattan) with a close friend who came to visit from LA , now me and her have our little rituals and routes we take while in the city being i dont see her much
so we decide to walk from one of our favorite spots to another fave spot and we take a special route no reason in particular just something we do .
i have lived in this city my whole life , ive seen some shit most things dont effect me too much but i also dont forget things. when i was in the 5th grade some guy tried to kidnap me in broad daylight and to be honest till this day it still has me fucked up , needless to say whether i feel unsafe or not i just need to look around and really see whom is around me which as normal i did when out with my friend
so we are walking no rush bullshitting enjoying the weather and i noticed some people had been walking our same way for a few blocks which hey no big deal , then i notice this one guy who like 8 blocks later was still walking with us , he was just weird all around , kinda looked paranoid kept making weird smirks and checking his phone
the thing that didnt make sense was that there were points he was walking ahead of us but it was like it didnt matter he knew where we were going and obviously the tons of people whom were around didnt bother him if he was going to do something overall he just bothered me
so being the way that i am as we are stopped at a light waiting to cross the street and im feeling uneasy, i begin to talk loud and agressive about how im not in the mood for dumb peoples bullshit and how i will knock someone out and then i just looked at the dude and then he just walked across the other street and started walking back the way we originally came from me and my friend were like what the fuck ,
so we keep walking to where we were going to go only to leave a few minutes later and start walking back to where we originally started but took a completely different route and we see him again passing us in a cab giving us a creepy smirk , i dont know what the dudes deal was but until we got to where we had to go i carried a snapple bottle in my hand ready to hit someone with it
Posted by xmeanqueenx on Sat Jul 17, 21:09 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
Oakwood cemetary in troy NY
And happy vally in parish ny those of you who are from CNY should know about happy vally. You can't go there at night without telling me you didn't see or hear creepy shit(people in robes with big knives,a line of torches in the woods,dead dogs and other small animals nailed to trees)shits fucked no lie
Posted by IN GRIND WE CRUST on Sat Jul 17, 21:29 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
Credited to creepypasta.com: home of the creepiest shit my two eyes have ever read. This story is well worth the read. It's made me realize I have a vagina.
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They say that the hour of three A.M. is the time when spirits can become active, and I’m sure of that. My apartment was always a little too quiet for one in the city, especially at night. No drunk shouting in the street at that time, no sound of car horns and alarms could penetrate the dark at that particular hour. It’s like my apartment was high on a platform, surrounded only by a dense fog that the sharpest of hawk eyes couldn’t penetrate. I was usually attempting to sleep at that time, after bleaching my skin in the pure electric light of my computer screen. Emphasis on the phrase attempting, because from that stems this tale. I advise you, if you’ve been here long enough to find it, you’ll soon discover of what I’m talking about. I should really tell you anyway, just so you know you’re not insane. I know I’m not.
Every night for the past four months that I decided to make this apartment my home, a strange sound would pierce the strange blur that surrounded my home– or maybe just my mind. I have searched the apartment many times for it, but behind the hollow-sounding ivory walls and hard pine floors, I couldn’t find any source. The sound, at first, was like scratching. If you have fingernails, drag them along a table. Like that.
It was slow, and every time I heard it, I froze up. It wasn’t as dramatic as anything like ghostly moaning or anything like that, but it still scared me so much I reverted back to childhood and stuck my head under the blanket.
During the day I worked at what could possibly be the most boring place on earth, a factory that stamped out cans. They didn’t even need workers, but I really didn’t care. It paid the bills, and getting to sit around until someone needed help fixing a machine wasn’t too bad. I sort of miss it. There was always something bad happening though; in retrospect, I feel as though it was following me. For instance, a man’s hand ended up being caught in the stamping machine under a sheet of aluminum. The crunch was sickening, it sounded like a dog chewing upon a bone. That same splintering sound.
Every night, I would retire from this slightly gory boredom to my apartment, back to my beloved computer. The cycle was always the same. Work, computer, scratching sound. I never really thought to ask anyone about it, I would usually forget about it by morning.
But one day I didn’t. I sat there in my folding chair at work, surrounded by the drab, bleak grey concrete walls, a long ignored cigarette that was gradually becoming one trembling tower of ashes in my grasp, trying to think of a way to discover whatever this thing was. Why wouldn’t I just follow it? Get my nerves together and find the continual source of fear for me. It made me cold just at the thought, but I knew I had to do it.
So that night, I turned off the computer as usual, but then took one extra step. I grabbed a flashlight. It would be faster than dashing across the room to my light switch. ‘It could even be mice,’ I thought to myself as I slipped into bed, wearing the hero’s garb of any sleepy man; a pair of boxers and socks. At least if I ran crying out of the building, a few people could get a laugh.
The clock slowly began to head towards three o’clock. My heart began to pound nervously. Like a sword I held the turned-off flashlight to my bare chest. The necklace around my neck felt strangely cold, even though I had at least three comforters on. Oh, the joys of a particularly cold winter. Closing my eyes, I heard the scratching. Slowly it got louder. My hand began to shake, but I kept my eyes shut. Why wasn’t I turning on the light? Why wasn’t I looking? Because there was a new sound. A tinkling, strange shaking, like a maraca full of metal instead of beans or beads.
A loud thunk against my door made me leap up. Turning on the flashlight, I managed to run to the light switch and flick it on as well. With an icy, trembling hand, I opened the door.
What I saw will never leave my mind. There was the source of my fear, the thing that had somehow invaded my home. An oddly small, waif-like creature, like a starving child with skin that was too pale. It was like a corpse dropped in water, for its skin was tinged with blue. Every vein was visible. Oh, how I wanted to gag at the sight. But it gets worse. Strategically placed in this demented creature’s flesh, long metal nails were embedded. Through the tips of its fingers and toes, sticking out of its neck and shoulders, down its chest and out of its eyes. They were everywhere. How loudly I screamed, I didn’t know. Would anyone hear it through the fog surrounding my house? Would I hear it? I couldn’t stop staring. The dried, cracking blood against that decaying flesh brought up my earlier meal, and a gushing hot river of vomit poured out of my mouth onto the ground.
I backed up as the creature took a step. Its lank hair was missing in chunks, and as it stepped closer, its feet dragged upon the floor, the nails in them making…a scratching sound. Why I had to keep my room in a state of continual chaos, I don’t know, but the mess was astounding. Of course I fell. Scrambling back, I stared in horror at the dead thing.
It didn’t move right, I realized. It didn’t just walk. Its motions were snappy and disjointed, and one foot dragged behind it while the other advanced towards me. In its hand, there was a heavy, rusted hammer, dripping with what I hope was water. It was slightly rust-colored. I couldn’t bear to see it, but in the other, there was a plastic grocery bag that sagged and poked out with the weight within it, like if someone hung a porcupine from a diaper. I felt the wall against my back. The creature moved forward; I was paralyzed with fear at the sight of it. It was so grotesque. In front of me, it stopped. I noticed the puncture marks upon its tiny calves where the nails were, and I felt a strange sense of pity.
The bag in its hand split a little, and the sight of what was within made me let out an audible, and most likely bile-scented groan. A nail jutted out. I cried out loudly as the thing pounced upon me, as I felt the first nail go into my eye, it was worse. Through the blood blocking my vision, I could see its tiny mouth pull back in a widely-toothed smile, the nails in its lips making them split and gush rotten black blood down onto me. I moaned in pain again as another nail entered my second eye. Blindly I swatted, but it was to no avail. Perhaps it would be over soon. Perhaps death would be better than being tormented by this rotten thing. But still, the nails entered. Still I cried out loudly, especially when I was dragged. I couldn’t see where, but damn, it hurt.
It’s gone now, the nailed child. I don’t know where it went, but I know somewhere, it will be coming out at three o’clock. And so will I.
I think you ought to check your clock, because it looks like this bag in my hand is about to split.
I’m so excited to see you.
Posted by AngryChair on Tue Jul 20, 00:28 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
^ dude, seriously? Come on. Obviously fictional story(the writing style and all) in a "creepy experience" thread. Come on now.
Posted by DanCarcillosMoustache on Tue Jul 20, 10:40 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
^ dude, seriously? Come on. Obviously fictional story(the writing style and all) in a "creepy experience" thread. Come on now.
...I thought it was real...
Posted by AngryChair on Tue Jul 20, 12:43 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
youre joking, right?
Posted by DanCarcillosMoustache on Tue Jul 20, 12:51 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
well this happen when i was a kid about 8/9.
i always used to go and play with my friends we used to meet each other by the shop and than go play in the feilds down the road wich where surrounded by woods the one morning i walked to the shop and they wernt there so i thought they must already have gone to the feilds as i was abit late so i walked there on my own it was always creepy walking through the woods but i was used to it after about a quater of an hour i made it to the feilds i couldnt see them where we used to sit so i kept walking in the one feild there was a tree thet we tied a swing to as i got closer i saw what i thought was a cat sat there but as i got closer i stopped and looked at it it was about 4 foot tall it was orange had big red eyes and its face was kind of human like it was crouching under the tree i remember going all cold then it looked at me stood up it had like kangaroo legs and jumped (must have been like 40ft in the air) into the woods i started running back home i never went back there again after
(sorry im crap at telling stories)
wow not even a single use of punctuation outside of the first sentence.
you guys really need to learn how to type in paragraphs
Posted by eric sl on Tue Jul 20, 17:16 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
youre joking, right?
Sarcasm recognition fail.
Posted by AngryChair on Tue Jul 20, 18:02 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
last night i'm pretty sure i experienced sleep paralysis and shadow people. i woke up out of a dream about people with pig masks on (like from saw) which already was creeping me out. then when i woke up i felt a big pressure on my chest and could see a big black figure right on top of me as if they were laying down. i couldn't make out anything from it but it felt as it it's face was right in front of mine, like nose to nose, and i could see pointy teeth at one point. it last like that for around 30 seconds, not being able to move or talk. eventually i could see the figure drift off to the right (right through my wall) and then i could move again.
worst fucking shit ever, i couldn't get back to sleep and i don't want to go to bed tonight in case it happens again. i don't even know if what i had was sleep paralysis but according to wiki it seems pretty much spot on. anyone on here know how to prevent that shit from happening?
Posted by deathcruncher on Tue Jul 20, 20:38 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
I had this really wild dream last night. I was walking through this shady part of town. The skies were gray, the cars were all rusted and left idling in the middle of the street, the walls of the abandoned storefronts were covered in soot. I walked into one of the buildings and saw a man with a red-splattered apron hunched over a fireplace. He turned to me and though he looked like a human, I knew that he was a monster. In his hands he was holding a gun. I tried to scream but no sound came out, and then the dream fast-forwarded. I knew immediately that I was not myself. I was in somebody else's body, looking through their eyes, and I also knew instinctively that the man was coming after me...them...us. I heard a knock at the door, and I realized that the man had arrived. I was inside of the person within the house, but I wasn't in control. I watched through the eyes of a stranger that was striding to the door - and his or her death. The door swung open, there was a gunshot, and the next thing I saw was two blood-splattered boots.
Posted by Alex Practice on Tue Jul 20, 22:10 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
last night i'm pretty sure i experienced sleep paralysis and shadow people. i woke up out of a dream about people with pig masks on (like from saw) which already was creeping me out. then when i woke up i felt a big pressure on my chest and could see a big black figure right on top of me as if they were laying down. i couldn't make out anything from it but it felt as it it's face was right in front of mine, like nose to nose, and i could see pointy teeth at one point. it last like that for around 30 seconds, not being able to move or talk. eventually i could see the figure drift off to the right (right through my wall) and then i could move again.
worst fucking shit ever, i couldn't get back to sleep and i don't want to go to bed tonight in case it happens again. i don't even know if what i had was sleep paralysis but according to wiki it seems pretty much spot on. anyone on here know how to prevent that shit from happening?
Sounds like a similar occurence that happened to me recently, which I am positive was sleep paralysis. From what I remember I was lying in bed. It felt like a stage between dreaming and waking up. The room was dark, only a little bit of light filtered through the blinds from the street. I remember pressure on my chest and a feeling like I was holding my breath. Then I saw a young boy. He was dressed in clothes like a school boy would wear pre-1930, long black socks, black shorts, a long sleeve white button down with a black vest over it, wearing one of those golfer style hates. The boy himself was in black-and-white but was carrying something like a bag. He walked right in front of me staring at me the whole time. I tried to reach my arm up, which felt itself extremely slow and held back, I could feel me neck tense up. I tried grabbing hold of him and moving him away for some reason, but by the time my arm reached him he disappeared and that's when I was awake completely, all this lasted about a minute maybe 2 minutes. My pulse was racing like crazy, I was breathing heavily and felt a sense of sheer panic and fear. But, me being sceptical of the paranormal, quickly tried to make sense of the situation, came to the conclusion that it must have been sleep paralysis, checked my clock, 4am, went back to sleep. Still weirds me out thinking about it though.
Edit: I don't know how to prevent, it. It itself was a freak occurence that happened about two months ago, maybe longer. But I have been experiencing lucid dreams a lot lately, which are equally as intriguing, and sleep paralysis maybe one more time since then without the terrifying experience.
Posted by Super Cow on Tue Jul 20, 22:31 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
pfn
Posted by barefoot bandit on Tue Jul 20, 22:56 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
last night i'm pretty sure i experienced sleep paralysis and shadow people. i woke up out of a dream about people with pig masks on (like from saw) which already was creeping me out. then when i woke up i felt a big pressure on my chest and could see a big black figure right on top of me as if they were laying down. i couldn't make out anything from it but it felt as it it's face was right in front of mine, like nose to nose, and i could see pointy teeth at one point. it last like that for around 30 seconds, not being able to move or talk. eventually i could see the figure drift off to the right (right through my wall) and then i could move again.
worst fucking shit ever, i couldn't get back to sleep and i don't want to go to bed tonight in case it happens again. i don't even know if what i had was sleep paralysis but according to wiki it seems pretty much spot on. anyone on here know how to prevent that shit from happening?
Sounds like a similar occurence that happened to me recently, which I am positive was sleep paralysis. From what I remember I was lying in bed. It felt like a stage between dreaming and waking up. The room was dark, only a little bit of light filtered through the blinds from the street. I remember pressure on my chest and a feeling like I was holding my breath. Then I saw a young boy. He was dressed in clothes like a school boy would wear pre-1930, long black socks, black shorts, a long sleeve white button down with a black vest over it, wearing one of those golfer style hates. The boy himself was in black-and-white but was carrying something like a bag. He walked right in front of me staring at me the whole time. I tried to reach my arm up, which felt itself extremely slow and held back, I could feel me neck tense up. I tried grabbing hold of him and moving him away for some reason, but by the time my arm reached him he disappeared and that's when I was awake completely, all this lasted about a minute maybe 2 minutes. My pulse was racing like crazy, I was breathing heavily and felt a sense of sheer panic and fear. But, me being sceptical of the paranormal, quickly tried to make sense of the situation, came to the conclusion that it must have been sleep paralysis, checked my clock, 4am, went back to sleep. Still weirds me out thinking about it though.
Edit: I don't know how to prevent, it. It itself was a freak occurence that happened about two months ago, maybe longer. But I have been experiencing lucid dreams a lot lately, which are equally as intriguing, and sleep paralysis maybe one more time since then without the terrifying experience.
sleep paralysis is lame and i hope it was just a rare things, but i wouldn't mind if i could get the lucid dreams going. i tried to do it before but nothing ever worked, maybe it'll happen for me too though haha.
Posted by deathcruncher on Tue Jul 20, 23:12 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
last night i'm pretty sure i experienced sleep paralysis and shadow people. i woke up out of a dream about people with pig masks on (like from saw) which already was creeping me out. then when i woke up i felt a big pressure on my chest and could see a big black figure right on top of me as if they were laying down. i couldn't make out anything from it but it felt as it it's face was right in front of mine, like nose to nose, and i could see pointy teeth at one point. it last like that for around 30 seconds, not being able to move or talk. eventually i could see the figure drift off to the right (right through my wall) and then i could move again.
worst fucking shit ever, i couldn't get back to sleep and i don't want to go to bed tonight in case it happens again. i don't even know if what i had was sleep paralysis but according to wiki it seems pretty much spot on. anyone on here know how to prevent that shit from happening?
Sounds like a similar occurence that happened to me recently, which I am positive was sleep paralysis. From what I remember I was lying in bed. It felt like a stage between dreaming and waking up. The room was dark, only a little bit of light filtered through the blinds from the street. I remember pressure on my chest and a feeling like I was holding my breath. Then I saw a young boy. He was dressed in clothes like a school boy would wear pre-1930, long black socks, black shorts, a long sleeve white button down with a black vest over it, wearing one of those golfer style hates. The boy himself was in black-and-white but was carrying something like a bag. He walked right in front of me staring at me the whole time. I tried to reach my arm up, which felt itself extremely slow and held back, I could feel me neck tense up. I tried grabbing hold of him and moving him away for some reason, but by the time my arm reached him he disappeared and that's when I was awake completely, all this lasted about a minute maybe 2 minutes. My pulse was racing like crazy, I was breathing heavily and felt a sense of sheer panic and fear. But, me being sceptical of the paranormal, quickly tried to make sense of the situation, came to the conclusion that it must have been sleep paralysis, checked my clock, 4am, went back to sleep. Still weirds me out thinking about it though.
Edit: I don't know how to prevent, it. It itself was a freak occurence that happened about two months ago, maybe longer. But I have been experiencing lucid dreams a lot lately, which are equally as intriguing, and sleep paralysis maybe one more time since then without the terrifying experience.
sleep paralysis is lame and i hope it was just a rare things, but i wouldn't mind if i could get the lucid dreams going. i tried to do it before but nothing ever worked, maybe it'll happen for me too though haha.
This is what I have noticed about my lucid dreams: for one, I am jobless at the moment, so I've had more time to sleep, usually eight hours or more, between those eight hours I probably wake two to three times, usually the second or third time I awake from whatever dream I happened to be in and automatically put myself back into that dream(if it was good) close my eyes and continue to fall back asleep, once I realize I am asleep I take full advantage of my dreams. It's easier said than done, but I noticed this is the usual steps to getting into them myself, maybe they could work for you.
Posted by Super Cow on Tue Jul 20, 23:38 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
pfl 4
Posted by aGulla on Wed Jul 21, 00:58 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
pfl
Posted by Johnny_Utah on Thu Jul 22, 00:43 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
ok so this thread gave me the initiative to go ghost hunting, so i went to a witch's graveyard/haunted bridge out in Smyrna, GA (30 min drive from my house) with a couple of friends. i've gone ghost hunting before (Hell's Church being 10 minutes from my house), but nothing ever came of it except for a long eerie drive that leads to Hells Church. But anyways this graveyard in Smyrna supposedly is known for knocking coming from underground and sounds like banshees crying, drums playing from nowhere. Fog around the cemetery and no fog anywhere else, a 15degree temperature drops from being outside and then stepping inside the gates. And most of the comments i read made it seem totally legit as far as paranormal activity goes and something strange always happens.
We saw hella old tombstones (1800's), tiny white glowing lights far off in the distance twice and my friends Gf caught an orb on camera (haven't seen it yet, but i'll try to post it soon). i think the creepiest part was that i felt a cold chill on the back left side of my head/neck for a quick second and that same night had a very strange dream that ended with me dying due to syringes being accidental thrown at the back left side of my head/neck. when i had finally died, i became aware that i was dreaming and decide to wake up. it wasn't as morbid/scary as it seems, but more so peaceful and woke up refreshed. it might not have any correlation or maybe my head was just fucking with me, but it was strange feeling to say the least. especially since i had never died in my dreams so vividly.
i'm gonna try to go back to this place and possibly find the abandon hospital that is supposedly near by. my friend wants to trip acid and go back there again, so i'll keep you guys posted if anything ever comes of that. there's also another popular place in Marietta known as The Devil's Turnaround that i want to hit up since it seems a lot more active than the others (objects being thrown etc.)
Posted by i\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ on Thu Jul 22, 03:05 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
Oh god, your friend is going to freak the fuck out and get eaten by ghosts. PFL.
Posted by Alex Practice on Fri Jul 23, 22:19 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
For the people talking about those key west ghost tours,ive been on them to. People try to fuck with you and you have to say YOUR DOOMED! lol,but here is a story it's not mine though. Was told on omegle.
Stranger: when i was about 21-22 i was dating this girl
Stranger: she seemed cool at first
Stranger: but then she started getting weird
Stranger: and she started affecting my health
Stranger: i started to lose weight
Stranger: my grades were slipping
Stranger: one night I had a dream...
You: go on...
Stranger: in my dream the girl was sitting on my bed
Stranger: with her back turned to the wall
Stranger: on the wall was a window
Stranger: i look past her and in the window i see the most terrifying demonic face i've ever imagined
Stranger: it was a female demon
Stranger: it looked something like medusa
Stranger: anyway, it terrified me
Stranger: and i screamed
Stranger: but i was frozen
Stranger: and the girl kept looking at me and not turning around
Stranger: i woke up
Stranger: shaking
Stranger: i realized that the dream was a warning
Stranger: that the girl i was with was a succubus
You: dude thats creepy
You: whats a succubus
Stranger: one sec, i'll tell you
Stranger: In folklore traced back to medieval legend, a succubus (plural succubi) is a female demon who takes the form of a woman in order to seduce men in their dreams, usually through sexual intercourse
You: so what did u do
Stranger: I broke up with her soon after
Stranger: but she kept trying to slink her way back into my life
Stranger: for years
You: how did she get all wierd on you
Stranger: it's hard to explain it in detail
Stranger: but the overall result was clear
Stranger: she was physically affecting my health and well being
Stranger: but i didn't know it
Stranger: it was so subtle
Stranger: she'd keep me up late on the phone
Stranger: then later
Stranger: lots and lots of subtle things
Stranger: that wouldn't seem like anything
Stranger: but the sum of the damage
Stranger: is clear
You: dude now im going to be freaked everytime i date someone new
Stranger: this girl started dating someone i know years later
Stranger: and his family hated her
Stranger: they said she was ruining him
Stranger: same shit with him
Stranger: his health
Stranger: he lost weight
Stranger: when you're in close with her, you can't tell, it seems normal
Stranger: but that's how she does it
You: if im on the phone with my girl late now im going to be like stfu you sucub or w/e
Stranger: lol
You: lol damn thats creepy
You: but i dont get the back against the window part
Stranger: like she's facing me
Stranger: we're sitting facing each other
Stranger: there's a window to her back
Stranger: right behind her
Stranger: so she can't see it, but i can see it
Stranger: and that's where the demon face appeared
You: ohh shit lol
You: brb
You: wait
Stranger: it gets better
You: ok
You: go
You: go on lol
Stranger: k
Stranger: so it wasn't till sometime after i broke up with her that i start remembering these things
Stranger: and the pieces started falling together
Stranger: one chirstmas she give me a book for a gift
Stranger: the book was called East of Eden
Stranger: the girl wasn't much or a reader but her dad was
Stranger: she told me that he recommended this book for me
Stranger: in the book there is this woman
Stranger: the author describes her as a monster
Stranger: he says she looks normal
Stranger: like anybody else
Stranger: but she was born with no human empathy or compassion
Stranger: the woman is representative of the devil in this book
Stranger: remembering this later i started wondering
Stranger: maybe her father knew about his daughter
Stranger: and he gave me this book as a warning
You: damn
You: what was the girls name
Stranger: in the book, the character was Cathy Ames
You: no your girlfriend
Stranger: Natasha
Oh and i havent read through all the pages yet but has anyone went to see rubberlegs yet? Because i seen alot of post people saying there going.
Posted by patron on Sun Jul 25, 13:31 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
Sorry for the double post but here is some of my stories.
When i was like 10 i was sitting on the computer. Only my mom and sister were home. I was alone in the room and i remember feeling a presence behind me,like someone trying to sneak up behind me,you know you get that sence. So i figure it's my sister trying to scare me so i play it off like i dont notice she is in the room. Then i hear my name being whispered as clear as day"Mikey". Again i think it's my sister so i play it off like i dont hear it. Then again it'whispered even louder and longer "mikeeeeyyyyyy" and this is right behind me. So then i turn around expecting my sister and nobody is there. So i book out of the room to find my mom and sister laying on the couch watching there show. I just looked at them in shock and just sat down with them. i Left the computer on didnt log off my name or anything. I didnt go back in that room the rest of the day. I just sat down and watched t.v with them and never spoke of this to them.
Second one was when my mom was dropping my sister off at her friends house. I was like 12 So we got to the house and my sister goes in and my mom goes in as well to talk to the girls parents. I stay in the car listening to the radio. So im looking around out my window,see nothing and then i change the radio station. As soon as i look back i swear to god there was an old lady standing like 1ft from my window. Smiling at me. It was like something out of a movie, like when they look away, then look back and the killer is right there or something. So i got freaked out but i was like w/e and i smiled back at her. She was wearing like a white nightgownish thing and she was holding a white rosary. So she smiled again and walked away towards the back of the car. As soon as she turned to walk away i looked through the passenger side mirror (because i didnt want to turn my head and just stare at her) so when i look,i see nothing. And it was like 1 second between from when she started walking to when i looked,and she was gone. So then i turned my head around, looking everywhere, she is nowhere to be found. And this is about 5 seconds from when she was just right in front of me. And she is an old lady she aint that fast. So then i get freaked out and grab the keys and hall ass into my sisters friends house. Scared as shit and everyone was like "are you alright?" and i was like yeah and i told them i needed to use there bathroom. Scary shit mayne.
Posted by patron on Sun Jul 25, 13:54 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
I just stumbled across these. Me and my 2 best friends went exploring in the woods in CT. Found this abandoned cabin, I have a pic of the outside I need to find it. It was about a mile back from the road, nothing too creepy I guess, just super weird. The inside was absolutely destroyed as you can see, but the outside was actually in OK condition from what I remember. Like the paint job was still pretty intact, the roof didn't have big holes or anything. If everything inside wasn't in such disarray I'd think somebody still lived there.
I was visiting a family's cottage years back and went off by myself and found a series of cabins (a lot like this one) and decided to do some breaking and entering. Everything was still in tact; including shoe polish from the 40's still left on the top of the dresser.
It's crazy how some people just pick up and go like that.
Or do they?
Posted by dance ball on Sun Jul 25, 23:02 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
bumpty bump.
Posted by ISaidYouSuck on Fri Jul 30, 23:01 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
I've been waiting FOEVA for this dude to post a story he did on a creepy experience thread before this one where he would be on his computer and there was like a weird closet door behind where his computer was at that would randomly come open all the time and he would feel like someone was watching him. It got a lot creepier than that I'm sure that person will elaborate if he still posts on here but that shit was creepy as fuckkk.
i think that made it here:
http://b9scaries.blogspot.com/
I couldn't find it, if anyone does, can they post please?
Yeah I don't think it's on there, I remember there was more than one story about the house, and the person described the basement as being pretty wacked like there were numbered sections or something like that? I don't know, but im starting to lose hope that it will be posted again.
Posted by KillahC on Fri Jul 30, 23:48 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
I just stumbled across these. Me and my 2 best friends went exploring in the woods in CT. Found this abandoned cabin, I have a pic of the outside I need to find it. It was about a mile back from the road, nothing too creepy I guess, just super weird. The inside was absolutely destroyed as you can see, but the outside was actually in OK condition from what I remember. Like the paint job was still pretty intact, the roof didn't have big holes or anything. If everything inside wasn't in such disarray I'd think somebody still lived there.
I was visiting a family's cottage years back and went off by myself and found a series of cabins (a lot like this one) and decided to do some breaking and entering. Everything was still in tact; including shoe polish from the 40's still left on the top of the dresser. It's crazy how some people just pick up and go like that.
Looks like the Blair Witch's house.
Posted by bombthatgold on Fri Jul 30, 23:53 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
Came across this today. Don't know if it's been posted yet.
Don't know if it's real, don't care, it's creepy.
I was an intern at Nickelodeon Studios for a year in 2005 for my degree in animation. It wasn't paid of course, most internships aren't, but it did have some perks beyond education. To adults it might not seem like a big one, but most kids at the time would **** themselves over it. Since I worked directly with the editors and animators, I got to view the new episodes days before they aired. I'll get right to it without giving too many unnecessary details.
They had very recently made the Spongebob movie and the entire staff was somewhat sapped of creativity so it took them longer to start up the season. But the delay lasted longer for more upsetting reasons. There was a problem with the series 4 premiere that set everyone and everything back for several months.
Me and two other interns were in the editing room along with the lead animators and sound editors for the final cut. We received the copy that was supposed to be "Fear of a Krabby Patty" and gathered around the screen to watch. Now, given that it isn't final yet animators often put up a mock title card, sort of an inside joke for us, with phony, often times lewd titles, such as "How sex doesn't work" instead of "Rock-a-by-Bivalve" when spongebob and patrick adopt a sea scallop. Nothing particularly funny but work related chuckles. So when we saw the title card "Squidward's Suicide" we didn't think it more than a morbid joke. One of the interns did a small throat laugh at it.
The happy-go-lucky music plays as is normal. The story began with Squidward practicing his clarinet, hitting a few sour notes like normal. We hear Spongebob laughing outside and Squidward stops, yelling at him to keep it down as he has a concert that night and needs to practice. Spongebob says okay and goes to see Sandy with with Patrick. The bubbles splash screen comes up and we see the ending of Squidward's concert. This is when things began to seem off. While playing, a few frames repeat themselves, but the sound doesn't (at this point sound is synced up with animation so yes that's not common) but when he stops playing, the sound finishes as if the skip never happened. There is slight murmuring in the crowed before they begin to boo him. Not normal cartoon booing that is common in the show, but you could very clearly hear malice in it. Squidward's in full frame and looks visibly afraid.
The shot goes to the crowd, with Spongebob in center frame, and he too is booing, very much unlike him. That isn't the oddest thing, though. What is odd is everyone had hyper realistic eyes. Very detailed. Clearly not shots of real people's eyes, but something a bit more real than CGI. The pupils were red. Some of us looked at eachother, obviously confused, but since we weren't the writers we didn't question its appeal to children, yet.
The shot goes to Squidward sitting on the edge of his bed, looking very forlorn. The view out of his porthole window is of a night sky so it isn't very long after the concert. The unsettling part is at this point there is no sound. Literally no sound. Not even the feedback from the speakers in the room. It's as if the speakers were turned off, though their status showed them working perfectly. He just sat there, blinking, in this silence for about 30 seconds, then he started to sob softly. He put his hands (tentacles) over his eyes and cried quietly for a full minute more, all the while a sound in the background very slowly growing from nothing to barely audible. It sounded like a slight breeze through a forest. The screen slowly begins to zoom in on his face. By slow I mean it's only noticeable if you look at shots 10 seconds apart side by side. His sobbing gets louder, more full of hurt and anger. The screen then twitches a bit, as if it twists in on itself, for a split second then back to normal. The wind-through-the-trees sound gets slowly louder and more severe, as if a storm is brewing somewhere. The eerie part is this sound, and Squidward's sobbing, sounded real, as if the sound wasn't coming from the speakers but as if the speakers were holes the sound was coming through from the other side.
As good as sound as the studio likes to have, they don't purchase the equipment to be that good to produce sound of that quality. Below the sound of the wind and sobbing, very faint, something sounded like laughing. It came at odd intervals and never lasted more than a second so you had a hard time pinning it (we watched this show twice, so pardon me if things sound too specific but I've had time to think about them).
After 30 seconds of this, the screen blurred and twitched violently and something flashed over the screen, as if a single frame was replaced. The lead animation editor paused and rewound frame by frame. What we saw was horrible. It was a still photo of a dead child. He couldn't have been more than 6. The face was mangled and bloodied, one eye dangling over his upturned face, popped. He was naked down to his underwear, his stomach crudely cut open and his entrails laying beside him. He was laying on some pavement that was probably a road. The most upsetting part was that there was a shadow of the photographer. There was no crime tape, no evidence tags or markers, and the angle was completely off for a shot designed to be evidence. It would seem the photographer was the person responsible for the child's death. We were of course mortified, but pressed on, hoping that it was just a sick joke.
The screen flipped back to Squidward, still sobbing, louder than before, and half body in frame. There was now what appears to be blood running down his face from his eyes. The blood was also done in a hyper realistic style, looking as if you touched it you'd get blood on your fingers. The wind sounded now as if it were that of a gale blowing through the forest; there were even snapping sounds of branches. The laughing, a deep baritone, lasting at longer intervals and coming more frequently.
After about 20 seconds, the screen again twisted and showed a single frame photo. The editor was reluctant to go back, we all were, but he knew he had to. This time the photo was that of what appeared to be a little girl, no older than the first child. She was laying on her stomach, her barrettes in a pool of blood next to her. Her left eye was too popped out and popped, naked except for underpants. Her entrails were piled on top of her above another crude cut along her back. Again the body was on the street and the photographer's shadow was visible, very similar in size and shape to the first. I had to choke back vomit and one intern, the only female in the room, ran out. The show resumed.
About 5 seconds after this second photo played, Squidward went silent, as did all sound, like it was when this scene started. He put his tentacles down and his eyes were now done in hyper realism like the others were in the beginning of this episode. They were bleeding, bloodshot, and pulsating. He just stared at the screen, as if watching the viewer. After about 10 seconds, he started sobbing, this time not covering his eyes. The sound was piercing and loud, and most fear inducing of all is his sobbing was mixed with screams. Tears and blood were dripping down his face at a heavy rate. The wind sound came back, and so did the deep voiced laughing, and this time the still photo lasted for a good 5 frames.
The animator was able to stop it on the 4th and backed up. This time the photo was of a boy, about the same age, but this time the scene was different. The entrails were just being pulled out from a stomach wound by a large hand, the right eye popped and dangling, blood trickling down it. The animator proceeded. It was hard to believe, but the next one was different but we couldn't tell what. He went on to the next, same thing. He want back to the first and played them quicker and I lost it. I vomited on the floor, the animating and sound editors gasping at the screen. The 5 frames were not as if they were 5 different photos, they were played out as if they were frames from a video. We saw the hand slowly lift out the guts, we saw the kid's eyes focus on it, we even saw two frames of the kid beginning to blink.
The lead sound editor told us to stop, he had to call in the creator to see this. Mr. Hillenburg arrived within about 15 minutes. He was confused as to why he was called down there, so the editor just continued the episode. Once the few frames were shown, all screaming, all sound again stopped. Squidward was just staring at the viewer, full frame of the face, for about 3 seconds. The shot quickly panned out and that deep voice said "DO IT" and we see in Squidward's hands a shotgun. He immediately puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Realistic blood and brain matter splatters the wall behind him, and his bed, and he flies back with the force.
The last 5 seconds of this episode show his body on the bod, on his side, one eye dangling on what's left of his head above the floor, staring blankly at it. Then the episode ends. Mr Hillenburg is obviously angry at this. He demanded to know what the hell was going on. Most people left the room at this point, so it was just a handful of us to watch it again. Viewing the episode twice only served to imprint the entirety of it in my mind and cause me horrible nightmares. I'm sorry I stayed. The only theory we could think of was the file was edited by someone in the chain from the drawing studio to here.
The CTO was called in to analyze when it happened. The analysis of the file did show it was edited over by new material. However, the timestamp of it was a mere 24 seconds before we began viewing it. All equipment involved was examined for foreign software and hardware as well as glitches, as if the time stamp may have glitched and showed the wrong time, but everything checked out fine.
We don't know what happened and to this day nobody does. There was an investigation due to the nature of the photos, but nothing came of it. No child seen was identified and no clues were gathered from the data involved nor physical clues in the photos. I never believed in unexplainable phenomena before, but now that I have something happen and can't prove anything about it beyond anecdotal evidence, I think twice about things.
Posted by duuurp on Sat Jul 31, 05:49 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
i dont know where it is in this thread but that story about that guy that went into the basement of an abandoned hospital and found a dead body is pretty gnarly. i kind of want to do the same thing. (in a non weird way)
think how messed up you'd be after
some guy found a body on a church roof in torquay. so creepy.
Posted by futuremarkets on Sat Jul 31, 06:10 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
oh good, a retelling of the Suicide Mouse/Dead Bart story, with Spongebob this time. I'm sure scared out of my squarepants, how about you guys?
Posted by DanCarcillosMoustache on Sat Jul 31, 10:01 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
pfl
Posted by Diggles on Sat Jul 31, 10:45 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
pfl.
Posted by Johnny_Utah on Sun Aug 01, 05:27 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
oh good, a retelling of the Suicide Mouse/Dead Bart story, with Spongebob this time. I'm sure scared out of my squarepants, how about you guys?
Posted by GrizzlyBlair on Sun Aug 01, 18:05 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
oh good, a retelling of the Suicide Mouse/Dead Bart story, with Spongebob this time. I'm sure scared out of my squarepants, how about you guys?
Posted by SexGod123 on Sun Aug 01, 21:55 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
was playing with the quija friday night and this was one of the messages from beyond:
"2 0 1 2 A L I E N S"
Posted by TheCauldronGlow on Sun Aug 01, 22:58 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
I loved (well, not loved, but thought were creepy and interesting) the Suicide Mouse / Suicide Squidward stories. Are there any more like that?
Posted by mysterydance on Sun Aug 01, 23:08 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
Sure, a new one seems to be written every few years with whatever cartoon is popular. I bet if you searched hard enough, you could find a Family Guy one. Try googling "Suicide Stewie" or something, haha
Posted by DanCarcillosMoustache on Mon Aug 02, 02:21 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
Well my story is pretty recent. About 2 weeks ago i was laying in bed on the computer, hanging out with my dog and i start hearing my blinds kind of rock against my window. I really didn't pay much attention to it thinking it was just my fan making them rock. So I go about my business surfing the interweb and then all of a sudden there is huge thud against my window and both my dog and i jump. First he just kind of looked at me and then looked over towards the window and then went back to sleep. I thought a bird must have flown into my window so i just kind of brushed it off and went to sleep. Well later on that night i wake up to multiple thuds and i sat up and it happened probably 3 or 4 times in a row. I sat there covering half my face with the blanket and i could feel my pulse through my whole body. So i lay there for about 30 mins with my computer facing the room for a light because i was too big of a pussy to get up. Nothing weird happened after that so i just went back to sleep. Well the next morning im talking to my brother about it and he tells me that about a week before my brother in law woke up in the middle of the night and saw some sort of figure standing in the corner of the room. He said it was tall and had like a really long robe and the best way he could describe the face was it reminded him of the scream mask. So he closed his eyes and started praying and then when he opened the whatever it was wasnt there anymore.(btw my sister and brother in law just moved in with my family so this is all in the same house). Then he told me the night before that happened. My younger sister woke up to the feeling of her hair being brushed back. My two younger sisters share a room and when my sister turned over thinking it was my youngest sister. She saw that she wasnt in her bed or even in the room. Needless to say im a little freaked out.
Posted by Sethgrip on Tue Aug 03, 14:37 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
me and my friends went to this old grave yard out in the woods by our houses at 4 in the morning once. we were just walking around reading the graves stones and just chilling and we see a porter potty in the corner of the grave yard. why i donno. but we went to look in for some reason and there was blood every where. how the blood got there? i have no clue. we were kinda freaked so we started walking back to the car and theres a big tree there and under it we saw something wihte so we went over to look, and found and bunch of bloody, shitty rags. we have no idea what happend, guess someone must of ripped there ass while shitting i donno, but it scared the fuck out of us.
Posted by Sethgrip on Wed Aug 04, 02:17 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
For the people talking about those key west ghost tours,ive been on them to. People try to fuck with you and you have to say YOUR DOOMED! lol,but here is a story it's not mine though. Was told on omegle.
Stranger: when i was about 21-22 i was dating this girl
Stranger: she seemed cool at first
Stranger: but then she started getting weird
Stranger: and she started affecting my health
Stranger: i started to lose weight
Stranger: my grades were slipping
Stranger: one night I had a dream...
You: go on...
Stranger: in my dream the girl was sitting on my bed
Stranger: with her back turned to the wall
Stranger: on the wall was a window
Stranger: i look past her and in the window i see the most terrifying demonic face i've ever imagined
Stranger: it was a female demon
Stranger: it looked something like medusa
Stranger: anyway, it terrified me
Stranger: and i screamed
Stranger: but i was frozen
Stranger: and the girl kept looking at me and not turning around
Stranger: i woke up
Stranger: shaking
Stranger: i realized that the dream was a warning
Stranger: that the girl i was with was a succubus
You: dude thats creepy
You: whats a succubus
Stranger: one sec, i'll tell you
Stranger: In folklore traced back to medieval legend, a succubus (plural succubi) is a female demon who takes the form of a woman in order to seduce men in their dreams, usually through sexual intercourse
You: so what did u do
Stranger: I broke up with her soon after
Stranger: but she kept trying to slink her way back into my life
Stranger: for years
You: how did she get all wierd on you
Stranger: it's hard to explain it in detail
Stranger: but the overall result was clear
Stranger: she was physically affecting my health and well being
Stranger: but i didn't know it
Stranger: it was so subtle
Stranger: she'd keep me up late on the phone
Stranger: then later
Stranger: lots and lots of subtle things
Stranger: that wouldn't seem like anything
Stranger: but the sum of the damage
Stranger: is clear
You: dude now im going to be freaked everytime i date someone new
Stranger: this girl started dating someone i know years later
Stranger: and his family hated her
Stranger: they said she was ruining him
Stranger: same shit with him
Stranger: his health
Stranger: he lost weight
Stranger: when you're in close with her, you can't tell, it seems normal
Stranger: but that's how she does it
You: if im on the phone with my girl late now im going to be like stfu you sucub or w/e
Stranger: lol
You: lol damn thats creepy
You: but i dont get the back against the window part
Stranger: like she's facing me
Stranger: we're sitting facing each other
Stranger: there's a window to her back
Stranger: right behind her
Stranger: so she can't see it, but i can see it
Stranger: and that's where the demon face appeared
You: ohh shit lol
You: brb
You: wait
Stranger: it gets better
You: ok
You: go
You: go on lol
Stranger: k
Stranger: so it wasn't till sometime after i broke up with her that i start remembering these things
Stranger: and the pieces started falling together
Stranger: one chirstmas she give me a book for a gift
Stranger: the book was called East of Eden
Stranger: the girl wasn't much or a reader but her dad was
Stranger: she told me that he recommended this book for me
Stranger: in the book there is this woman
Stranger: the author describes her as a monster
Stranger: he says she looks normal
Stranger: like anybody else
Stranger: but she was born with no human empathy or compassion
Stranger: the woman is representative of the devil in this book
Stranger: remembering this later i started wondering
Stranger: maybe her father knew about his daughter
Stranger: and he gave me this book as a warning
You: damn
You: what was the girls name
Stranger: in the book, the character was Cathy Ames
You: no your girlfriend
Stranger: Natasha
Oh and i havent read through all the pages yet but has anyone went to see rubberlegs yet? Because i seen alot of post people saying there going.
i was expecting bel-aire
Posted by xJustin24x on Wed Aug 04, 17:53 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
Ever have sleep paralysis ??
Anyone ??
This is why I am Christian.
How to stop sleep paralysis
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5590992964881412732#
Russ Dizdar, Exorcism, MPD, SRA, The Black Awakening 1of12
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqpCpBk39UQ
Posted by ALJACK on Thu Aug 05, 05:05 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
What? That's like saying:
"Ever trip on the sidewalk while trying to look cool for some cute broad?
Anyone??
This is why I eat burritos."
Posted by mickyL on Thu Aug 05, 11:24 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
What? That's like saying:
"Ever trip on the sidewalk while trying to look cool for some cute broad?
Anyone??
This is why I eat burritos."
LOL
Posted by ALJACK on Thu Aug 05, 14:54 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
There's this town about an hour away from where I live, it's called Selleck. People go there because they hear it's haunted or whatever, but it's actually a little town.
The road is designed so that when you drive in you drive right out and it takes about a minute total to drive through.
The whole town is owned by one family and gets passed down through generations.
The people there are fucking weird, some silent hill shit. I've heard stories of people getting chased out with shotguns, people in cloaks throwing scrolls at you, there's an abandon school house, only about 17 houses, people walk around their houses at 2:30 AM doing normal daily activities, people have been surrounded and been told to get out.
It's just a creepy ass fucking little town full of a bunch of weirdos.
Some friends and I might go there tonight.
Weird as shit.
Posted by duuurp on Thu Aug 05, 23:16 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
pfl
Posted by julia on Thu Aug 05, 23:31 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
Selleck, WA:
http://www.ghostvillage.com/ghostcommunity/index.php?showtopic=10309
Posted by AngryChair on Fri Aug 06, 01:39 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
This just happened. I live in the middle of nowhere about ten miles away from any town. Anyways, I am on my way home from a movie and once I am on the country roads a few miles from my house...there is a vehicle quite distant in front of me. It is going relatively slow so I gradually am caught up with it. It was a short school bus, and it is a Saturday night in the middle of summer. It eventually turned onto a different road than the one I was headed on, but still... 
Posted by Skyscraper on Sun Aug 08, 02:07 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
Sure, a new one seems to be written every few years with whatever cartoon is popular. I bet if you searched hard enough, you could find a Family Guy one. Try googling "Suicide Stewie" or something, haha
God, I know. Enough with these.
And enough with the fucking sleep/dream stories unless they involve some supernatural element. Nobody cares that you "woke up and couldnt move." I wake up with a hard on every day, let's talk about how creepy that is.
Posted by Doc McCoy on Mon Aug 09, 12:09 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
I have a hardon right now. OMG GHOSTS.
Posted by DanCarcillosMoustache on Mon Aug 09, 12:55 | Back to Top | Quote | Send PM
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