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Got lunch with my mom on Saturday, and while we were catching up, she told me something kind of odd. Apparently she and my dad had got a little drunk with my brother and his girlfriend recently, and they were just sort of bullshitting about this and that when the subject turned to the supernatural. The girlfriend got really serious and started talking about how she's seen ghosts her whole life, and that her house is haunted by two of them, one of whom doesn't like her much and is making her consider selling the place. She's a scientist, and a very rational, together sort of person in general, so hearing that was a little out of the blue. She then went on to tell them that their house is haunted as well, though by a nice ghost who apparently likes them quite a bit. She said that several times she'd seen a middle-aged woman in Victorian dress in their living room, but hadn't wanted to say anything because she was afraid they'd think she was crazy. At that point, my folks got a little freaked out... both of them, on several occasions, have drowsed on the couch and felt someone gently pulling the afghan around them, only to open their eyes and find noone there. My dad has an office/workshop in the basement, just below the living room. He said that he'll often be down there and hear footsteps coming from above and he'll head upstairs, thinking my mom came home from work early, only to find the room as empty as he left it. And the cat often spazzes out and seems to be seeing something no one else can (though that doesn't really count, as he's a cat and that's what they do). They've always just put it down to their house being quite old and creaky, and never gave much thought to it beyond "huh, that's weird". They're not at all bothered by whatever it is, so they've just taken this new information in stride. Apparently they've nicknamed the ghost Abby and have taken to saying hello and goodbye to her when they come and go .
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That Dionaea House is great. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Heisserer Firstborn has a new favorite as of 20:20 on Feb 9, 2015 |
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Part of Everything posted:100% true story: Completely unrelated to your story, but I just wanted to say I still remember and really loved the Quija board thread you did (it's goldmined so shouldn't require archives). Most the images are probably broken now, but I remember a few eerie moments where your spirit friend was spot on about stuff they probably shouldn't have been (like the person who asked about the color of their shoes of all things). The "fear" answer always stuck with me too. Hazo posted:Was that the episode where a worker claimed they once saw a torso peeking around the stacks, so they set up a full-spectrum camera in the same place, then didn't catch anything except in one specific mode (infrared maybe?) where a body very clearly and deliberately leans around the edge, stares at the camera, then leans back? I can't stand most of those I HEARD A NOISE ghost shows, but that was seriously one of the most chilling things I've ever seen. This mention of haunted libraries just reminded me of the Willard Library in Evansville, Indiana. Which is apparently so haunted that they've had webcams set up all over the library 24/7 for years. Most of the captures are dumb "orb" stuff or photographic problems, but there's definitely some weird poo poo going on in that place.
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Is that the loving Army Man? Ctrl-f army man since it's too long to post here http://nothotbutspicy.com/para/basics/
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Mr. Gibbycrumbles posted:Also The Intruder can cast Magic Missile, but only on a Tuesday, and also if you don't look at it, the Intruder grows to twice its size but attacks half as fast. The Intruder gains the ability to teleport if you are either wearing a blue jacket, or odd socks. Yeah, that bullshit was basically kills the story. A creature duplicating your key and then trying it out is actually a really great concept for a spooky story, but the writer is just so in your face with stuff saying "hey, this thing is really scary!" that it kills any sense of dread that premise is able to build. It's all telling and no showing. Wedemeyer posted:Is that the loving Army Man? Ctrl-f army man since it's too long to post here http://nothotbutspicy.com/para/basics/ Oh poo poo! It just looked like someone dropped a jacket but I think the picture goes well with that story.
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# ? Feb 10, 2015 02:37 |
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Hello new ghost story thread. I will have presents for you soon. Also that library pic is totally Army Man.
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# ? Feb 10, 2015 04:21 |
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The thing in the library pic is in the right state, at least.
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# ? Feb 10, 2015 04:26 |
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Does everything posted here have to be in the 1st-person creepypasta "it happened to me!" style? I wrote a lot of horror last year in Creative Convention, and some of it turned out okay. Not sure if it's the right fit for this kinda thread, though. quote:Many Hands
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SurreptitiousMuffin posted:Does everything posted here have to be in the 1st-person creepypasta "it happened to me!" style?
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# ? Feb 10, 2015 06:06 |
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Mine was first-person because it was an account of a thing that happened to me. I guess that's normal usually?
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# ? Feb 10, 2015 06:51 |
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Most ghost stories are told in first person, but there's no rule that they have to be.
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# ? Feb 10, 2015 06:58 |
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I always feel like fiction horror stories deserve their own threads. Fiction is great, but when so much of it gets posted I feel that it pulls the thread into a different direction... like how that "Aine" story took over the thread the other year. They really deserve their own threads. I've been reading these threads ever since I registered and I always feel like literary fictional stories make it harder to immerse myself in the "this may be true" spookiness of these threads. I could be in the minority but I always think these types of threads should be for urban legends, folk tales, personal stories, or "this happened to my aunt..." kind of posts. There's so much real-world supernatural stuff going on that I hate to see those stories get lost. E: To contribute, I'm typing up a story about a haunted school I attended for two years and all the weird unexplained stuff that happened to me, people I knew, and especially the janitors. Backweb has a new favorite as of 07:12 on Feb 10, 2015 |
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What's that one story where the author is supposedly recounting a story from his childhood in which he and his friend are being stalked by some creepy dude? It involves someone being buried alive.
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Backweb posted:I always feel like fiction horror stories deserve their own threads. Fiction is great, but when so much of it gets posted I feel that it pulls the thread into a different direction... like how that "Aine" story took over the thread the other year. They really deserve their own threads. Let's keep this thread for personal (or second hand) paranormal tales, urban legends, and campfire stories. Your own fiction can go in Creative Convention.
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# ? Feb 10, 2015 07:56 |
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Ah alright, gotcha. It's never been entirely clear to me whether these threads are fact or fiction. The big 50FA derails of the past (and some well-known creepypastas being posted) had me thinking it might be appropriate. I'll stay out of your hair.
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SurreptitiousMuffin posted:Ah alright, gotcha. It's never been entirely clear to me whether these threads are fact or fiction. The big 50FA derails of the past (and some well-known creepypastas being posted) had me thinking it might be appropriate. I'll stay out of your hair. All the same, thanks for posting your story. I liked it.
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Zippy the Bummer posted:What's that one story where the author is supposedly recounting a story from his childhood in which he and his friend are being stalked by some creepy dude? It involves someone being buried alive. Was it the one from reddit no sleep forum? I remember one similar where the person recounting him being stalked as a kid and one incident he heard strange clicking from woods he was playing near. Then things happened.
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Wedemeyer posted:Was it the one from reddit no sleep forum? I remember one similar where the person recounting him being stalked as a kid and one incident he heard strange clicking from woods he was playing near. Then things happened. Yeah. It was really long if I recall.
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I will just preface this by saying I do not believe in ghosts and I was not with them but this is what my girlfriend and her two friends claim happened to them while they were on a 2 1/2 week vacation, staying in a supposedly haunted family vacation house that one of her friends has. The three slept in the same room because they were so scared. -Banging on walls -Moving chair sounds -Cups falling down -"Heeled" footsteps -One of them saw an old fashioned woman looking through the window which caused her to have a crying breakdown. Would have been pretty fun to be there. Medieval Medic has a new favorite as of 18:28 on Feb 10, 2015 |
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Venusian Weasel posted:Yeah, that bullshit was basically kills the story. A creature duplicating your key and then trying it out is actually a really great concept for a spooky story, but the writer is just so in your face with stuff saying "hey, this thing is really scary!" that it kills any sense of dread that premise is able to build. It's all telling and no showing. I don't read a ton of spooky/horror fiction or stories, but I have started to notice some cliches that just absolutely kill it for me. Really the main one is when whatever monster or stalker or whatever is able to be seen, guess what, they're smiling. Whaaaat? The spooky ghost was smiling at you instead of just having a spooky expression? Ten times spookier! I mean I can think of some examples of this trope being done well in the past and I get how it seems creepy, but it's just so drat ubiquitous amongst poorly written "creepypastas" (ugh) that it just makes me roll my eyes when I see it. It's like how in the old Video Game Hoaxes and Urban Legends thread, so many stories would start out with an interesting premise, but veer off into "hyper realistic skeletons with bloody pixels" land. Also, anything described as "blood red" that isn't just straight up blood is not scary. Anyways, this isn't PYF Irrational Irritation in spooky stories thread, but many of the ones here have just the right light hand to pull off a good story without getting bogged down in cliches. One that comes to mind is about the guy driving down the road one night and hearing the voices of (I think) trail of years native Americans surrounding him. I still think about it everytime I see a roadside cross.
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I like the one about the mom getting lost, everybody in the car is asleep, and giant weasels (?) are surrounding the car and peering in at the sleeping family. I also like the skinwalker one, where his voice is described as those youtube videos where cats sound like they are forming words, like it's just rote imitation with no understanding of the language. Wife doppleganger on the previous page also gives me the creeps. Army Man on this page is a definite read, too. I like how the creature isn't fully explained, there's no real violence or anything by the monster, and it's kind of tense.
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Venusian Weasel posted:Yeah, that bullshit was basically kills the story. A creature duplicating your key and then trying it out is actually a really great concept for a spooky story, but the writer is just so in your face with stuff saying "hey, this thing is really scary!" that it kills any sense of dread that premise is able to build. It's all telling and no showing. It's just all so impersonal and distant that the creepiness barely comes across. If it was actually formatted as a spooky story with the Invader stalking the protagonist and trying to get into his house it could be really effective. But since it's just a laundry list that reads more like a crappy Monster Manual entry it just falls flat and becomes comical.
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# ? Feb 10, 2015 20:29 |
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Resposting one my favorites . . . from the second post apparently. Hey it was just that good.
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Zippy the Bummer posted:What's that one story where the author is supposedly recounting a story from his childhood in which he and his friend are being stalked by some creepy dude? It involves someone being buried alive. That was the "Penpal" collection of stories on nosleep, I believe. It was one of the creepiest and most realistic "ghost" stories I've ever read; very well written. I highly recommend everyone to read it if they haven't already. Here's a wiki of the story, which combines all of his posts into one place. I think the stories are all over the place on nosleep, so it's super handy: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Penpal Edit: The dude got the story published and was also being shopped by a major producer to turn into a film. Though he announced that back in 2012, and nothing has been said about it since then. vandelay industries has a new favorite as of 22:52 on Feb 10, 2015 |
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SlothBear posted:Resposting one my favorites "The Patch" by Darth Tang. That reminds me, though: Turns out that's not quite "all there is to it." I was browsing the 2011 thread last night and came across his epilogue if anybody's interested. Darth Tang posted:The chemical angle has some merits- during WW2 our county hosted one of the largest training facilities in the USA, and chemical weapons (mostly mustard gas) were tested and deployed here. Numerous Chemical Corps units were formed and trained here. Hazo has a new favorite as of 22:57 on Feb 10, 2015 |
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Weird poo poo follows my family. It all started with my gran. Her parents were Roma and she was something of a "seer". She used to scare the poo poo out of my mom when she was a little girl by telling her all about all the dead relatives who'd appear for a chat at the bottom of her bed. She scared her so much, in fact, that when I was born, my mom forbade her from ever bringing up anything paranormal with me whatsoever. See, the theory goes that "seeing" isn't a one-way thing; if you can see dead people, dead people can see you too. Spirits and so on are supposed to gravitate towards "seers" because they know they'll see them, and my mom didn't want me getting interested in case I started seeing things myself. She wasn't entirely successful because although I never saw anything, I definitely felt things. My grandparents were in their early 70s so they'd go to bed early, but being indulgent grandparents they'd let me stay up in the lounge playing video games. Usually I'd get bored and go to bed as normal, but other times something strange happened. The room would get freezing cold, the lights would dim and I'd feel a strange pressure in my ears. As I said, I never saw anything, but I could *feel* something horrible. I remember even at the time thinking that it didn't "feel" human, and the shape I sensed it having was too tall and had too-long limbs. Whatever it was, I was scared enough of even glimpsing it that I'd dash out of the room so fast that I constantly got into trouble for leaving the TV or the lights on. Eventually, the inevitable happened and my gran died. With the "seer" of the family gone and the house where she lived sold, I assumed that would be an end of it, but it wasn't. When my grandad moved into my mom's house, whatever liked to scare me out of my gran's living room came with him. My mom, who was as prone to staying up late as I was, started feeling it, too. When she was alone at night, she'd come over freezing cold and the lights would dim. A feeling of being watched would come over her, and the only way to make it stop was to hurry out of the room. Eventually, this got so frequent that she called in a psychic. She'd convinced herself that my dad, who'd died a few years previously, was still in the house, and she wanted someone to help him cross over or whatever so that the feelings would stop. The psychic said there were three entities, but none of them were my dad. One was the guy who built the house, who'd stand at the top of the stairs and look out over the garden, one was a cat that we'd nursed back to health after kidney failure, and the other was a malevolent spirit that she couldn't "read" beyond sensing a great deal of anger. She said the other two were single beings who were once alive and were now dead, but this third entity was an "elemental" spirit, something that was never a living thing and either just wanders in from nature or is summoned into being by stuff like Ouija boards. Defeated, we resigned ourselves to living with the ghost. When a room went cold late at night that was our cue to get up and go do something else. Sometimes the feeling would follow you from room to room and you'd just give up and go to bed. Everything was fine with this arrangement until I got a girlfriend who claimed to be a "seer" herself. This girl had some sort of ability, because the first night she stayed over, without knowing anything about the house, she claimed to have seen a ghostly feline that perfectly fitted the description of our old cat, right down to his enlarged kidneys. She could "see", and the evil Ouija thing knew it, because when she came down to stay one Christmas it went loving apeshit. poo poo started happening when two of us or even all three of us were in the same room. We started to see flickering shadows, and for the first time it started showing up upstairs instead of just hanging out the bottom floor. One night I woke up and I could sense the thing at the bottom of the bed and it was furious. The only way I can describe the feeling is like the one time I rode my bike over a railway crossing and I turned to see a train bearing down on me. That's when my girlfriend started choking. Just slightly at first, but the more she gasped for air the strong the feeling from the end of the bed grew. I froze, but when she started writhing around I jumped out of bed and wrenched open the door. The pressure dissipated instantly and she sat up, coughing her lungs up, and had to go outside to catch her breath. I've got no idea how much time passed but the next thing I hear is a scream. I sprint downstairs into the garden and, shaking and near tears, she tells me what happened. She'd walked to the end of the garden and then started to walk back towards the house. Around twenty feet from the back door, she'd looked up at the big bay windows into the lounge, brightly lit where someone had left the lights on, and that's when she'd seen it. It was around eight feet tall, narrow and with skin the colour and texture of tree bark. It's legs were long and spindly and it's arms, which were too long for it's body and hung down near it's knees, ended in oversized hands with long, twisted, branch-like fingers. The worst, though, was it's head, which hung down to it's chest, looked like if you took a horse's head and left it in the sun until it was a rotten, unrecognizable mess. Despite only having the vaguest impression of eyes and teeth, she knew it was looking right at her. She came inside to collect her stuff, turning on every light she passed, and caught the first train back home the next day, telling me she couldn't deal with what was happening and that she wouldn't be back. Weird stuff had started happening at her house, too, in the last few weeks, and she wasn't going to put herself through any more. She stuck to her guns, too - she didn't call, text or anything else ever again. That was the last tie I ever saw her. Strangely enough, after that, the feelings started happening less. It had always gone through waves of activity, but this was like it had just fallen off a cliff; the lights dimmed a couple more times over the next couple of weeks and then it was gone.That's how it stayed until I moved out a couple of years later and, as far as I know, that's the way it still is now. I stayed over last Christmas and it was fine, not even a peep. I don't want to speculate too much, but I wonder if it had something to do with my ex-girlfriend. I remembered my gran's theory on "seeing" being a two-way street. Maybe after years of tormenting us, it had finally found someone it could truly see, and more importantly, someone who could see it.
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vandelay industries posted:That was the "Penpal" collection of stories on nosleep, I believe. It was one of the creepiest and most realistic "ghost" stories I've ever read; very well written. I highly recommend everyone to read it if they haven't already. Here's a wiki of the story, which combines all of his posts into one place. I think the stories are all over the place on nosleep, so it's super handy: Thanks!
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Firstborn posted:I also like the skinwalker one, where his voice is described as those youtube videos where cats sound like they are forming words, like it's just rote imitation with no understanding of the language. That's Anansi's Goatman Story; I think it originated on one of the -chans but it's one of my all-time favourites. Lengthy, but worth it. The last section at the end, with what the other kid said he saw, gives me chills every time. Anansi posted:Here's my story:
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vandelay industries posted:That was the "Penpal" collection of stories on nosleep, I believe. It was one of the creepiest and most realistic "ghost" stories I've ever read; very well written. I highly recommend everyone to read it if they haven't already. Here's a wiki of the story, which combines all of his posts into one place. I think the stories are all over the place on nosleep, so it's super handy:
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Yet again, I have to plug Onic's stories. I loving love them. Go to not hot but spicy and search for Onic. The corn crib, man. Goatman talk: I'm sorry, but every time I hear about Goatman, I always think about I mean, seriously. There's one of those History/Discovery/Animal Planet bullshit shows and one of them is "Finding the Goatman." I immediately pictured this: http://gawker.com/finding-goatse-the-mystery-man-behind-the-most-disturb-5899787
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Accordion Man posted:That was some good poo poo, but there is one problem with it though. It makes no sense why the stalker wouldn't have just kidnapped the protagonist a lot sooner if he was already able to break into their house and take the protagonist into the woods. It felt like the author originally planed it all to be supernatural but changed it without revising that. I definitely see your point, but I always thought he just decided to let him go for some reason or enjoyed watching him grow up from a distance until he was ready to do.. whatever it was he wanted to do or something along those lines and kill anyone that might get between them (like his girlfriend and best friend). vandelay industries has a new favorite as of 11:23 on Feb 11, 2015 |
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Nvm, started writing this post before going out with a friend and came back to it hours later, missed the follow-up. I don't think I told my stories in the past thread, but I've got a few of my own. The Ghost in the Garage When I was 10-11, my family lived in a house on a corner of two streets by a lake. It was nestled on a small hill, and so the bottom floor consisted of the garage, which led to the carpeted basement that functioned as my sister and I's playroom. Another door led to a small staircase that led up to the kitchen, living room and bedrooms. The house itself was probably around 60 years old at the time of the story, and had been renovated repeatedly, so it was a pretty nice place. One afternoon, I was downstairs in the basement playing with my legos and watching TV as I frequently did, when the door to the garage blew open. I didn't really think anything of it- it had happened before, and like I said, it was an old house and I understood that old houses produce weird drafts occasionally. What differed from previous times is that the door leading to the staircase upstairs shut by itself a few seconds later- about the same amount of time that it would have taken if you walked from the garage to the staircase. Now I was a little on edge, because the garage door and the stair door opened and shut in different directions, so it couldn't have been the same draft for both doors. It was then that I noticed that the door to the garage was staying open. I got up and stood in front of the door to the garage, and although it was really dark in there, I could make out the outline of one of our cars and our household junk that we stored in there. Then, the shadow of a human figure crossed directly in front of the car, completely obscuring it. I freaked out, and ran upstairs screaming for my dad. Thinking that someone was breaking in, he charged back downstairs just in time to see the door to the garage swing the last few inches and shut. He threw the door open, and we proceeded to check everywhere, including the crawlspace and creepy wine storage room that my parents had knocked out from underneath the stone staircase leading to our front door. Obviously, we found nothing. Some months later, we moved out of that house for a number of reasons, none of which had anything to do with that incident. However, my parents stayed tight with the neighbors, and a few years later, they were at a party in the old neighborhood when they were introduced to someone who had also owned that same house a few years before we did. They got to talking about the kinds of renovations they had done/wanted to do, and the topic came up of how much they'd bought and sold it for. The old owner told my parents that they had gotten it for pretty cheap, because they had bought it via the estate sale. My parents then found out that the owner before the person they had just met was apparently a middle-aged woman with no family to speak of and had struggled with severe depression for years. One day, she went into the garage, ran a hose from her exhaust pipe into her car window, and quietly gassed herself to death. It was some matter of time- well over a week- before someone got worried and found her body in her car. It was years after this that my mom inadvertently slipped up and referred to the woman who died in the garage, and even more years after that she finally told me the whole story. She had initially dismissed what happened in the basement that one afternoon, but in recent years, she's told me that there were times when she would be doing laundry in the basement and simultaneously feel a crushing sadness and a presence watching her. Neither feeling would go away until she left the basement, and on those days, she wouldn't let me or my sister play downstairs. I had never really picked up on those days when she would have us eat our after school snacks upstairs, or when we would take the dog to a park clear across town. Now, it makes sense. I don't think that whatever was in the garage was evil or a threat. Maybe it was just a sad, lonely woman who wanted a family of her own and never had one. That being said, the thought of that poor woman dying alone in her car and remaining there until the gas eventually ran out and someone found her still makes my skin crawl. The Self-Playing Organ Some years later, when I was in college, I lived in a lovely rental house with a bunch of my friends. There wasn't anything especially weird in the house's history- it had been a rental for 20 some years, and as far as we knew, it wasn't built on an Native American burial ground or was the site of ritualistic mass murders or anything. One of the previous residents was something of a musician, and when we moved in, there was an old electric organ in one corner of the garage. One night, I was out bowling with my girlfriend at the time and two of my other roommates, while my other roommate was at home with his girlfriend. It was about 10 pm when I got a call from the guy who stayed home. His voice was frantic and hushed, and he said, "You need to come home now. There's someone in the garage." I asked him how he knew, and he said that he had heard footsteps, things moving around, and someone playing the organ. (Before you ask, the reason why he didn't do what most people would do and call the cops was because one of my other roommates had a lovely little pot grow going in his closet.) We pulled up, and two of my roommates stood in front of the garage door to block it, while I picked up a pickax from my neighbor's lawn (they had been putting in a little stone pathway) and walked to the side door. I threw it open while my roommates simultaneously lifted up the garage door, and we were greeted by...nothing. There was no one there and there were no signs of anything missing- none of our bikes, surfboards or stuff easily pawnable by a meth head were gone. However, the electric organ was on. I pounded on the locked door leading from the garage into the house, and my roommate and his even more terrified girlfriend opened the door. We swept the rest of the house and found nothing, obviously. I never really encountered anything in that house myself, although there were a few times when I felt like someone was at my bedroom door, opened it expecting to find one of my roommates, and found nothing. However, one other creepy thing happened- one weekend when I was out of town, another roommate and his girlfriend heard what they described as "muffled, but angry" voices in my bedroom and something that sounded like my furniture being tipped over. They barricaded themselves in their own room for the rest of the day, and nothing else happened. The Woods The area where I went to college was surrounded by woods. During the day, it was beautiful and serene, but at night, it got a lot creepier. There was one night my freshman year of college where a bunch of people decided to go hike out with sleeping bags and camp out in a clearing. We set out in the late afternoon, and when we made it to our spot, the sun was well on its way to the horizon. We were all just kind of messing around when I noticed one of the girls, who I'll call Kelly, kind of just staring off into the bush. "What's up, Kelly?" I said. "I keep thinking I see a guy in dark clothes watching us from behind those trees about 100 feet out." We both stood there watching for a few minutes, and didn't see anything. Some hours later, it was late at night and pitch black. Most of our group had drunk themselves into slumber courtesy of a 24-pack one of the guys brought out. I didn't drink at this point, so I was lying in my sleeping bag and talking with another girl, Aly, who herself was a few feet away. Suddenly, she stopped in mid-sentence, and said, "Did you hear that?" I strained my ears, and lo and behold, footsteps. Coming closer. We were kind of out of the way and off a path, so there wasn't any real way for someone to find us unless they were looking for us. I struggled to find my flashlight and the 2" Swiss Army knife I had brought with me, and managed to turn the light on and shine it onto the back of a man, dressed in dark clothing, disappear into some bushes about five feet away from us. Aly saw this and started crying. I yelled at the guy, but there was no response. There were no more footsteps either, no sounds of rustling in the bushes. Amazingly enough, no one else woke up through her crying and me yelling. Nothing else happened the rest of the night, but Aly and I sleep at all. I don't think Kelly or Aly went out into those woods again at night after that. This isn't to say that anything supernatural or ghostly was going on- there were people who actually LIVED in those woods. We called them woodsies, and I encountered a few of them. Most were pretty cool and some built these crazy forts out of sticks and branches; others made really elaborate tree forts that they lived in for months on end. Maybe we got too close to some guy's secret little camp and he decided to gently caress with us. I scouted out my own spot that was even further nestled out of the way, and used to go up there and camp by myself on occasion. Nothing creepy ever happened to me in my solo camping, but one day, I read an article in the paper about the mostly skeletal remains of a homeless guy being found back there. Based on the description of where his body was found, he had to have been within 100' of my secret spot. The thought of camping out in such close proximity to that still makes me feel a little weird even until this day. Adventures in Babysitting I'll end this on a lighter note. I grew up in Oregon, and had a pretty lucrative little job babysitting the neighborhood kids. One of my most frequent charges were two little boys, Alex and Patrick, who were respectively five and seven at the time of this story. The second time I ever babysat for them was on one of your typical Oregon winter nights- rainy, windy and generally gloomy. I had already put the kids to bed, so I did what any responsible 13 year old babysitter would do: eat the leftover Burger King that their parents had bought us for dinner, and watch Hellraiser 2 on the Sci-Fi channel. It was some particular scene where some horrifying thing had happened, so I was already freaked out of my mind when I heard a bloodcurdling scream come from the boys' bedroom area. Oh poo poo. Thinking that my mind was playing tricks on me, I paused for a second, then heard a second, louder scream. Oh poo poo OH poo poo! Realizing that it probably wouldn't be good for my business if one of my clients got eaten by some sort of skinless abomination demon, I picked up a fireplace poker and crept toward the source of the noise. It was coming from Alex the five year old's bedroom. Steeling myself for whatever came next, I threw open the door. The only light in the room came from his nightlight, but that was enough. I could see that Alex was standing up in his bed, wearing only his underwear, with his eyes rolled all the way back in his head, screaming in my direction. Oh gently caress, a demon isn't eating Alex. Alex IS the demon. Trying to think of what to do and realizing that ME getting eaten by a demon would be even worse for business, I kind of just paused in the doorway for a few long seconds. Suddenly, Alex blinked, looked around, laid back down in his bed, and fell back asleep. When his parents got home a few hours later, they found me huddled in a chair in the living room with every other light on in the house, watching Cartoon Network while still clutching the fireplace poker. It was at this point that they realized that they had been living with their son's night terrors for so long that they had simply forgotten to tell me about it. I grew accustomed to it too- I babysat for them dozens of other times and encountered his night terrors on roughly 1/3 of the nights, and by the end of it, all I really had to do was shout "Alex, you're okay, shut up and go back to bed" and that was the end of it. tl; dr- garages are scary, the woods are scary, and night terrors suck. pantslesswithwolves has a new favorite as of 06:53 on Feb 11, 2015 |
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Accordion Man posted:That was some good poo poo, but there is one problem with it though. It makes no sense why the stalker wouldn't have just kidnapped the protagonist a lot sooner if he was already able to break into their house and take the protagonist into the woods. It felt like the author originally planed it all to be supernatural but changed it without revising that. These are spoilers for Penpal and also contain some weird sex stuff if you don't want to read. I wish I didn't read this story tbh. I think the protagonist waking in the woods forthe first time was less a kidnapping attempt and more a way for the creepy dude to be alone with protagonist and not be interrupted. Even if his mom didn't believe that someone was in his room repeatedly, the creepy dude wouldn't have known this. Whether creepy dude was molesting protagonist or not, I don't know. Then when the creepy dude couldn't continue doing this with the kid since he moved away he turned his attention to Josh. Remember Josh mentioning that he start sleepwalking? Could be that Josh was getting ethered and this was a substitute for what creepy dude wanted/intended to do with protagonist. Not to mention either creepy due wasn't hosed in the head enough to do a kidnapping, or he didn't have a place to keep a kid without getting caught. I'm not sure of the timeline with creepy dude living with Maggie and pretending to be Tom. Sometimes mentally ill people escalate instead of straight up going postal. Though the creepy dude seemed fairly lucid with Josh's dad. I still dont know why mom didn't call the cops after her kid came back from trying to find Boxes at their old house and seeing all that terrible poo poo.
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Missing Name posted:I'm sorry, but every time I hear about Goatman, I always think about Well, I'd say he qualifies as a "shapeshifter"
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Mr. Gibbycrumbles posted:Well, I'd say he qualifies as a "shapeshifter" Well I wouldn't be surprised if he could turn himself inside out and remove his skin anus first...
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I like that he got a happy ending where he can live in the woods and play with his butt forever without bothering anyone. It's kind of beautiful.
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Mr. Gibbycrumbles posted:Well, I'd say he qualifies as a "shapeshifter" The Goatwalker!
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Not a story of my own, but one thing that I read online that has always freaked me out is stories about black-eyed children.
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Oh wow, Army-Man! Very few stories have truly stuck with me, but Army-Man is forever seared into my mind.
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Madkal posted:Not a story of my own, but one thing that I read online that has always freaked me out is stories about black-eyed children. This is cool, I've always thought the black-eyed kid stories were interesting but until now I could only ever find the same 1 or 2 stories.
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