Stories of scary/bizzarre things that happened to you
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Just 2 day I was sitting in my room listining to music and felt a tap on my sholder and so I pulled my bbgun from becide me and as soon As I touched it I get hit and knoked out and when I woke up I felt another tap and just walked outside and the stuff I ordered was there but when ever somthing important happens I get a tap on my sholder and when someones sneeking up on me or someones around the corner where I'm walking like my cat just walked in and I just got a tap (I'm a god at hide and seek)
I once masturbated. I really aimed for the toilet, and I saw it all hitting in the bullseye (water), but when I pulled up my pants, I saw that cum dripping down the pants. How did that happen?
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I was only going to write a couple of lines and keep this brief, but I do get carried away with descriptive writing.
[B][I]Warning, slightly large wall of text.[/I][/B]
Back when I was about 13, me and my friend were playing on his xbox up in his bedroom. Usually we would be outsside but the weather had been pretty miserable, heavy rain/thunder mainly. It starts to get late and darkness falls. I keep glancing out of the window to check on the said shitty weather, but after a while, I noticed a solitary man standing under a street lamp, about 20-30 metres from the house. Didn't really think much of it but after an hour I look out the window again for another weather check, It was raining very heavily now. But still standing on the corner, was the same man. It didn't even look like he had moved from the last time I had checked. Thinking it was funny that this guy was getting absolutely soaked I mentioned it to my friend, told him he's been standing there for a long time now. We weren't scared or even creeped out at this point, we were just interested as too why he had been standing there for so long.
About half an hour later, we finally get past a difficult level on the game we were playing, 'True crime'. I make a passing joke saying "I would laugh if the power goes out just before we save!". To our surprise though, it did go out, before we had even saved as well. Between swearing and then some laughing when we realised what I had said previously, my friend looked out the window again. "Erm, dude... That guy is still there...". I look, my friend was right, the same guy had been standing there for another half hour since we last checked. This man, had been standing out in the pouring rain for well over 90 minutes, in the same spot. Completely motionless, looking straight ahead.
We hear a call from downstairs, my friends mum said she was going out to pay for electricity. As we hear the front door close we look outside the window too see her walk down the street and out of sight. The shop was literally a couple of minutes down the road, so easily within walking distance. But as we look to the other end of the street, we see the man had moved, he had gone. That was the end of our mysterious stranger banter. As we sit there in the darkness talking and trying to find a torch, a huge clap of thunder and lightning flash made us scurry to the window to get a look at the spectacle. But, we were distracted, the man was back, yet he was closer this time. Now we were getting slightly creeped out. Then all of a sudden, in one swift movement, the man turned towards the house and started a slow walk down the street.
The walk was unnaturally slow, kind of like a forced shamble. While we were creeped out at this point, it was nothing compared to what we would be feeling like in about a minute. When he got closer to the house he started to walk onto the garden then towards the front door. We sat there, unbelievably tense, listening out for any and every noise. Nothing could prepare us for what would happen. We heard a scratching noise, then something unlocked, it was the front door. We heard the creek as the front door slowly opened up, then the firm click as the door shut again.
We basically shat bricks at this point. We grabbed the nearest make-shift "weapons" we could find and waited. We could hear someone moving about downstairs, then the stairs started to creak. 'Somone' was coming upstairs, we were basically frozen to the spot. Thoughts were flooding my mind, who was this guy? Had he been waiting outside all this time just to get in? Had he followed us here? These thoughts dissapeared as quickly as they had arrived, whoever it was, had reached the top of the stairs. beads of cold sweat slowly filled my hands as I gripped the bottle I was holding as a weapon, tighter.
Then, the envitable happened. The door handle went down, you could just make it out under the glow of the street lamps. In a split second the door opened, we were ready to pounce on whomever this man was and attack him with all we had. But, we heard a familar voice as the door opened. "Im home, power should be up soon!" It was my friends mum, back from the shop. My friend swore multiple times very loudly, I nearly pissed myself with a combination of laughter and relief. We explained what had happened to us while she was gone. She just tutted and left.
My friend called out to her just as she left the room, "Did you see this guy then? He crossed our lawn at the same time you were at the front door." Her firm, bold reply sent a slight shiver down my spine. "Nope, no one else was there, I am pretty sure I would have seen him."
[B]My logical answer:[/B] Some drunk guy was waiting for his friend or girlfriend. Got rejected or fed up and felt like randomly walking towards the house. When he got closer, he probably fell down beside the house, just round the corner, thus my friends mum not being able to see him.
Just today while working I went to the freezer to grab some broccoli to fill up the salad line. Lights were off, didn't think twice about it. turned on the lights to the room as just as I was about to turn on the lights to the freezer the bastard jumped out of the freezer, frightened the hell out of me (It was one of those walk-in freezers.)
[QUOTE=-AJ-;19635672]I was only going to write a couple of lines and keep this brief, but I do get carried away with descriptive writing.
[B][I]Warning, slightly large wall of text.[/I][/B]
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It was a ghost.
Someone touched my ass. When I looked behind me, no one was there.
When my grandmother was dying in her bed (she wanted to die comfortably at home), my mom, uncle, and I were in the kitchen, and we heard footsteps going up the hallway into her bedroom. We all think it was the spirit of my grandfather, who died a few years previously, coming to take her to whatever afterlife there is. It was kind of relaxing in a weird way. That was my strange experience.
A weather balloon crashed in the field near my house once
looked like tin foil
My mac screwed up, least I'm awaiting my pc upgrade finally. And getting it.
Scary? Nah.
A man came to me, asking for a smoke, didn't have it, walked off, and i looked back while walking home, as i was half way there, and he was following me. Got back to the house, and he was gone.
A few nights ago I was watching random youtube videos. It took me some time to realize that I was the only one who seemed to be awake at the moment. I was just about to get the charger for my laptop when there was weird tapping on the fridge. It continued until I got to my room where I couldn't hear it anymore.
My answer?: A mouse decided it would be a pretty coo' place to hang.
That's the only thing I can remember for now.
I got scared when I was at my mom's home alone, when her and my sister went down to drop off my brother and wife. It was weird noise, and the TV came on, when I swore It turned it off, it was another TV in my mom's room btw. So it's like my mom's house is cursed with ghost following her everywhere. Seeing as nearly every house we moved into, freaky stuff happened, or just :tinfoil:
A few months ago, mum and I went to the cemetary across the road from where we live to visit my Pop's grave on the way home from picking me up from the bus-stop. Now, my Pop's grave is right at about half way down the cemetary, but after that, there aren't any graves, it's just all grass, but it goes really steep until the bottom where there are fences/houses. So mum parked on the grass just near the grave, we got out, looked at the grave, noticed that some flowers were missing. It was only when I went around the back of the grave to look for them that I noticed that the car was rolling. It drove over a small grave, kept rolling and gaining momentum.
I somehow opened the door and flung myself in, and it kept getting faster and faster. I pulled the handbrake, which my mum forgot to put on. It didn't do anything. Meanwhile, mum's screaming her head off, yelling "PUT IT ON PARK!". It finally sank in that I had to put it on park; I did so, and it stopped. So yeah, half in, half out of the car, being dragged at least 200 metres in a gradually speeding car...not fun. :geno:
Probably just a night terror, but still scary: I was just falling asleep when I saw someone opening my rooms door in my dreams. It scared the shit out of me since it felt so real and I couldn't get sleep for 3 hours :geno:
People can see and hear very very strange things extremely vividly just as they wake up, in fact they aren't really awake they are still asleep, just.
I know this first hand, and this isn't a scary story, it's a story of sheer disappointment anger at my own mind.
So there I was, sleeping like a baby in my bed, in fact we were on bunkbeds, me and my brother, me on the bottom him on the top, I'd say I was around 11-13 at the time. So I open my eyes, and what do I see? A big packet of celebrations sitting on the table next to me, facing directly at me. For those of you who don't know what they are.
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Those.
You have no idea how happy I was, lying in my soft warm bed only to be greeted by a new fresh packet of tasty tasty celebrations. But here is when it goes wrong, I stretch my hand out to grab my prize, but no...my hand phases right through the box and in an instant of inner realization the box vanished, gone.
You have no idea how pissed off I was. I was so close to the sweets I'd actually phased into them and it turns out the it's my mind giving me fully blown half asleep half awake hallucinations.
Fuck it.
I keep dreaming that im looking at porn on my laptop and the history refuses to delete. :tinfoil:
I have 2 not-too-scary stories..
Here's the first on. (Duh)
I was sleeping all right and suddenly woke up 3:00 in the morning, this being a wierd habit of mine, I was calm, until I looked at my bedside table, my two cats where sitting there, just staring at me, they normally fight at sight with eacother and such,
They just continued to stare at me then all the sudden the clock was 8:00, (More or less :v:) my cats nowhere to be seen..
Second one:
I had a hard time sleeping so I sat up watching TV, after some hours, I went to bed, my tv, slow to cool down and stop "glowing"after being turned off, started looking really wierd, until I noticed a face on the screen, then my door slammed open, I turn around to find my sister wondering if I could turn down the volume on the TV, the TV had been on lowest sound setting possible and the TV had now cooled down fully and stopped glowing, and my sister just said "Thanks" and went to bed, the followning morning, she did not remember going up to my room, and said she had been sleeping over at a friend and just got home.
I shat bricks nothingless.
Sorry for crappy spelling, I'm no grammar nazi..
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I also once dreamed I went to school and everything then went to sleep, I woke up, incredebly confused..
What's the deal with Facepunchers hearing weird tapping or morse code like sounds? I had gotten up to go to the bathroom the other night and I swear I heard a soft, high-pitched and repetitive sound exactly like that of someone tapping morse code. It was fucking freaky.
On another note, I'm going to try a few things for the entertainment and reading of you guys. I'm going to ask my dad about his ghost story. When he was younger, he jumped out the second story window of his old farmhouse because he saw something that apparently really fucking freaked him out. Needless to say he doesn't like to talk about it. I'm also going to try some "spirit communication" and exploring my old barn. Will report back if I find anything.
[QUOTE=whitespace;19643166]Probably just a night terror, but still scary: I was just falling asleep when I saw someone opening my rooms door in my dreams. It scared the shit out of me since it felt so real and I couldn't get sleep for 3 hours :geno:[/QUOTE]
Same, i remeber a couple weeks ago my door opened and someone walked in, but when i woke up it was closed, i dont rember if it was a dream or if it was my dad coming in to check if i was asleep
[QUOTE=Teal Moose;19648198]What's the deal with Facepunchers hearing weird tapping or morse code like sounds? I had gotten up to go to the bathroom the other night and I swear I heard a soft, high-pitched and repetitive sound exactly like that of someone tapping morse code. It was fucking freaky. [/QUOTE]
Just the other night I was listening to some Tchaikovsky and when I went into another room, there was a tapping on the window that shared the exact same rythym as a song that had played earlier, but wasn't currently playing. :tinfoil:
I remember when I was about 13 or 14 I was sitting in my room on the computer when I heard this strange tapping in the corner of my room I freaked out and walked over to the source of the noise. The first thing I noticed was how cold it was. I was terrified and spent the whole night laying completely still. The next morning I told my friend about it. She has always believed in the supernatural and offered to come and inspect my room. She walked in and said that there was definitely something odd. So she said "whoever you are don't tap any more we know you're here. But you are scaring my friend please leave." Then she gasped she said she had seen a man with a thin moustache and he had nodded and disappeared. She described him to me further I then ran into my mum's room and got a photo I showed it to her and she said "that's him!". The man in the photo was my grandfather who had passed away the week before.
I like to think this story is real but I think my friend was just comforting me in her own special way. But I have to say I had always felt uneasy in my room as if I was being watched :S. Ever since then I've been comfortable in my room and noting else has happened and I hope it stays that way.
perhaps your just gullible.
[QUOTE=scurr;19651154]perhaps your just gullible.[/QUOTE]
Don't think that hasn't crossed my mind. Once my brother told me gullible wasn't in the dictionary and I believed him. How depressing is that?
[QUOTE=Lizzzard;19651245]Don't think that hasn't crossed my mind. Once my brother told me gullible wasn't in the dictionary and I believed him. How depressing is that?[/QUOTE]
very, it's happened to many many an occasion.
Me and my dad went river camping on the Delaware River this one time.
We paddled down for about 3 hours in our canoe, til we were a good bit past the river side houses. We found us a sizable island in the middle of the river and decided to set up camp. There was a viewable clearing on the island that was reachable by a narrow dirt path that ran straight from the banks, up about 20 feet, and leveled out at the clearing.
We hitched our canoe to a tree down at the bank and dragged our gear up the path and onto the campsite. A few hours pass as we explore the foresty bit of the island, and the sun begins to set. We head back to the clearing and start a fire.
Another hour passes while he drinks beer and I nibble on chips. The sun is gone now. All up to this point has seemed well. With the sun gone, almost all shadows are eliminated, except for those caused by our fire. The now fully illuminated trees surrounding the clearing reveal numerous swastickas engraved (not carved, engraved) into the wood of these trees. There must have been at least a dozen surrounding us. And if that the weren't enough the fire revealed several handfuls of shell casings littering the ground around a stump, all of them lightly dusted with dirt.
We slept ever so lightly that night.
[QUOTE=Apt 2B;19651797]Me and my dad went river camping on the Delaware River this one time.
We paddled down for about 3 hours in our canoe, til we were a good bit past the river side houses. We found us a sizable island in the middle of the river and decided to set up camp. There was a viewable clearing on the island that was reachable by a narrow dirt path that ran straight from the banks, up about 20 feet, and leveled out at the clearing.
We hitched our canoe to a tree down at the bank and dragged our gear up the path and onto the campsite. A few hours pass as we explore the foresty bit of the island, and the sun begins to set. We head back to the clearing and start a fire.
Another hour passes while he drinks beer and I nibble on chips. The sun is gone now. All up to this point has seemed well. With the sun gone, almost all shadows are eliminated, except for those caused by our fire. The now fully illuminated trees surrounding the clearing reveal numerous swastickas engraved (not carved, engraved) into the wood of these trees. There must have been at least a dozen surrounding us. And if that the weren't enough the fire revealed several handfuls of shell casings littering the ground around a stump, all of them lightly dusted with dirt.
We slept ever so lightly that night.[/QUOTE]
possible KKK assembly point?
We actually when back to camp there two years later, someone had shaved away the swasticka'd parts of the tree. Found a few less dirty casings, and wood chips that were unmistakably created by a chainsaw. Before we left I took some sticks, broke em in half, and spelled out "NO NAZIS" on the ground.
[QUOTE=Lizzzard;19651245]Don't think that hasn't crossed my mind. Once my brother told me gullible wasn't in the dictionary and I believed him. How depressing is that?[/QUOTE]
Next time someone pulls that on you, pull out a dictionary while they're still there, look for it, and then say "Wow, you're right! It ISN'T in here! D:".
Two years ago my friends and I found a murdered, chopped up woman from dallas in a plastic garbage bag. She was in an old abandoned farm house on the side of the road, and fortunately, she had decomposed to just bones by the time we arrived. It ruined our snow day because we had to talk to the police all day after we reported it. Then I made a thread about it here.
We had joked when we saw the bag that there was probably a dead body inside. Turns out there was. :v:
how'd you know it was a women if she was just bones?
[QUOTE=Zero-Point;19652002]Next time someone pulls that on you, pull out a dictionary while they're still there, look for it, and then say "Wow, you're right! It ISN'T in here! D:".[/QUOTE]
I wish I had thought of that and caused some serious mind mess
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