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Job McBadass
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Post the creepy stuff you find on the intrawebs here. Youtube videos, images, stories, and the like are accepted.
To start off, youtube videos... FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE.
Classics:
username 666
Banned children's cartoon
Singapore's elevator ghost
Ghost girl in the mirror
Other crap:
hell
Nightmares
Bedfellows
Cat with hands
Tell us about who made the tape
Who do you hate?
Painting
Is this real?
Japanese show that collects ghost videos
There is nothing
Pencilface
Cat playing red light green light
The Sandman
Gimmicky crap:
There is a video on YouTube named Mereana mordegard glesgorv. If you search this, you will find nothing. The few times you find something, all you will see is a 20 second video of a man staring intently at you, expressionless, then grinning for the last 2 seconds. The background is undefined. This is only part of the actual video.
The full video lasts 2 minutes, and was removed by YouTube after 153 people who viewed the video gouged out their eyes and mailed them to YouTube's main office in San Bruno. Said people had also committed suicide in various ways. It is not yet known how they managed to mail their eyes after gouging them out. And the cryptic inscription they carve on their forearms has not yet been deciphered.
YouTube will periodically put up the first 20 seconds of the video to quell suspicions, so that people will not go look for the real thing and upload it. The video itself was only viewed by one YouTube staff member, who started screaming after 45 seconds. This man is under constant sedatives and is apparently unable to recall what he saw. The other people who were in the same room as him while he viewed it and turned off the video for him say that all they could hear was a high pitched drilling sound. None of them dared look at the screen.
The person who uploaded the video was never found, the IP address being non-existent. And the man on the video has never been identified.
Art Bella Area 51 caller
Pughkeepsie
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You know, if I searched hard enough, I'd probably find a Smile GIF I used as an avatar somewhere.
Time to contribute to the topic. Hup
Billy's Balloon
Soccer Scare
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Realistic... Yoshi? I dunno
Another classic.
Real furries! Gaze upon this abomination of science, ye mighty, and despair!
HIDE THE CHILDREN! THE COWS ARE PREPPING THEIR LAZERZ!
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I love those skin-person-dogs, they remind me of a certain sculptor that I like (they're probably in a museum because there are people in the bg?), but for now have forgotten (daaaaaang).
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Probably a Japanese museum. Those ankles look decidedly Asian.
Random creepy experiences from random creepy people. Warning, most of these are crap:
A few weeks back I spent the night at my girlfriends house. We were doing your standard couple stuff, she wanted something to eat so I went downstairs and in the corner of the kitchen I saw her little brother.
Not so scary right? Wrong. He was naked, wearing a jigsaw mask and looked like he was whacking off. I don't mean your standard 13 year old boy with a mask on whacking it in a corner, I mean Rubber Johnny whacking it in a corner with a mask on.
Needless to say I didn't mention this to him the next morning. Or to anyone.
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I was walking home from my buddys house in port edwards wisconsin. There's alot of fields and pine trees and its a big hunting area for all the woodlands around it. There is a barn that everyone stays away from because its so decrepit that it looks like it was fall if you touched it. first of all, I hear wat is clearly a gunshot while im walking in pitch black that couldnt have been more then a hundred yards away in the direction of the field. I start to run towards the barn to hid in it. The door is open and you can hear the shackles sliding against eachother like chimes inside. I never went in.
after ten minutes of just standing there I walked the mile home in the dark, staring at the ground the hole way hearing more gunshots.
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Walking to dinner in my house, years ago when I was a young lad, I suddenly lost my balance and felt really dizzy. Next thing I know I was being pinned to the wall by something - I couldn't move and I started screaming. As soon as my younger sister and mom came I was able to move again. Ever since then I've known there's something we dont understand in the world and plane of our existance. Who could've this been? There was a next door neighbor who had died shortly after we moved in, or it could've been one of my best friends who had died that summer prior who was hit in the head with a baseball.
Thats one story.. and then I've had a careless whisper load of expirences in Greystone Mansion in Beverly Hills, CA. I work for the City of Beverly Hills, and thus have to occasionally go there during night hours (especially on Halloween as we store equipment from the local carnival up there). I've seen full bodied apparitions, heard voices, gunshots, and shadows. This was with coworkers and after many of these we'd run out and drive off.
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A couple weeks ago i was at home alone. well i thought i was alone. my sister said she was going to her boyfriends house.
so i was walking around my house naked wearing a jigsaw mask fapping when this queer guy just started watching me
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once i fell asleep on couch in center of house to weather channel then next thing i know i stand up and look at door and this careless whisper up weather music is playing and all is black and white and then this little thing appears in center of door and a parade of colors starts growing out of that point then gets bigger like concentric circles coming from nothing till theres 6 rings interlaced with everything - the six main colors. then suddenly i sit up on same couch and realize i was lying down the whole time and asleep eyes closed. What the careless whisper kind of dream is that? tripping balls in ur sleep to the weather channel
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Without going much into detail, it was Halloween and I was assigned for disassembly of some of the games and rides for the local carnival. I then drove up to Greystone Mansion around midnight or so with two coworkers. We placed the stuff away, and decided to go walk around the place for a bit as it's an unbelieveably beautiful mansion inside and out. Later on I'd realized that we were in the murder room of the mansion and that was where I had one of many encounters that scared the living bejesus out of me. I had hear the faint sound of a gunshot from down the long hallway, we simply ignored it at the time although it was rather errie to begin with. But back in that murder room (which was recently rennovated due to a movie shoot there) we had seen shadows walk around in the corner of our eyes, as well as tapping on the cabinets. Other expirences include going to the main staircase and entryway for the mansion and seeing multiple full bodied apparitions - not detailed, but humaniod in figure.
They went up and down the stairs and were -extremely- faint to begin with but would just disappear.
We honestly dont talk about it much as it's would ruin our credibility within the city and in essence ruin our lives by losing our jobs and such.
Technically I shouldn't have even said some of this... :/
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My grandfather was a firm believer in the idea that men should have short hair and girls should have long hair. Every single time I cut my hair significantly shorter than whatever my last haircut was, I feel someone touching my hair later that day. Maybe I'm just imagining it because I feel guilty, but it's really creepy when I'm alone.
I also see cats all the time when there aren't any.
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My friend who was 18, had his friend over, and his sister was there too. They were all downstairs watching movies, eating popcorn having a good time. The dog begins to whine upstairs so the sister goes up quickly to let the dog out, she lets the dog outside and goes downstairs.
About 5-10 minutes later the dog begins to bark like mad, the guys were joking about something and didn't hear it, so the girl went upstairs again to check on the dog. Next my friend heard his sister screaming bloody murder and ran upstairs with the friend.
That's when they saw this guy, with long white hair, and wearing all black, and he was just looking down at the ground, hair covered his face. Needless to say the guys were scared, but the dog was outside, so the slowly opened the door (it was a sliding one) and called the dog inside, when they did they guy looked up at them and gave them a twisted smile. The dog quickly ran back inside, and the guy began to run. When he started to run the guys noticed he was holding a large knife, they shat bricks and closed the door. This crazed guy began to bang and bang on the door, they all jumped away and were frozen in shock. The sister quickly ran and called 911, when my friend looked back the guy was gone. They got some bats being two cocky 18 year old guys thought they would beat the living your poetry out of this guy.
But as they began to search around the cops came and joined the search, but this guy was nowhere to be found, the street was flat and was too long for someone to run away without being seen in the distance. The cops left and the guys went back inside to tend to the scared sister. But when they went back inside, they noticed the same guy jumping over the fence in their backyard, where they know they searched very well.
Not paranormal, but certainly made me your poetry bricks the first time I heard it.
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I was studying for something. It was very quiet. Just me looking at some papers.
Then an eerie whispering voice saying "heeeeeeeeey" straight into my ear. Like its mouth is just 1 inch of my ear. Then it went to that high pitched tone (ringing) in my ear. It scared me the your poetry out of me because I was the only one in the whole house.
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While I was dozing off, the thought of my grandfather came to me. He died recently, and I'm not one to cry much, but for some reason I got really sad and was one the verge of tears (yes, while sleeping, altough I really wasnt, cant explain it better  ). Anyway, at that moment, I distintcly heard my grandfather laugh... loud and clear. I careless whisper jumped out of bed. Heart was pumping and I was scared but felt happy, it kinda felt like my grandfatther was just saying hello and goodbye. Weird your poetry.
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When this happened I was probably 11 or 12 and had just seen my first horror movie, so I was probably just imagining things but anyway... I was sleeping over at my friend's house so I was on the floor in my sleeping bag with my back pressed up against the wall. I felt something spoon up behind me (even though there was absolutely no room between my body and the wall) and a voice whispered in my ear, "I'll take some of this now" and slid my nightgown up my thigh. I sat bolt upright and it was gone.
Also, one other time my mom made oatmeal and when I pointed at a bowl and asked, "Is this mine?" it moved across the counter.
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when i was about 7 or 8, i lived in a house that was pretty old. maybe a 100 or 150 years old, i think. anyways, i was upstairs, in my room, when my mom called me down for dinner. i was in our front foyer because you had to go through there to get to the lower level when a female voice screamed at me, "GET OUT OF HERE, YOU silky crevasse!" and threw me against the wall. she kept me pinned there for about thirty seconds while she whispered things in a language i couldn't understand. after she let me go, i couldn't see anything and felt really dizzy. my mom found me standing there probably five minutes later and i came to when she called my name.
needless to say, i had no clue what a 'silky crevasse' was, so i asked her. when i told her why i'd asked, she got really scared and asked my grandpa (it was his house and he'd lived there for fifty years) what he thought the ghost was. he freaked the careless whisper out as well and told me to recite the lord's prayer if it ever happened again.
too bad i don't know the lord's prayer, eh?
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This was probably just a dream, but it still was one of the creepiest experiences ever aside from my one case of what i think was sleep paralysis.
Anyway, it was just a normal morning and I woke up and looked at the time on my watch, it said 9.00 so I decided to go up. Then I realise that my girlfriend who had been sleeping next to me isn't there, although she was sleeping over. So I get confused and things start to feel wrong and blurry, then I woke up.
Looking at the time again it's 9.00 and I decide to go up again. I sit up and look around the room, which should have been light because the curtain was up, but it was dark. I look back, only to see that my girlfriend isn't there again, and I get this horrible feeling that I'm not alone anyway. I close my eyes and wake up... again. But now, looking at the time, it's 3.00 and it's dark outside. My girlfriend wakes up and ask me if something's wrong.. I just mumble wierd dream... and go back to bed. (I was still sitting up)
That time I had to make sure that I was really awake before I dared go back to sleep... Not very paranormal, but freaky as careless whisper..
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Anyway this was a long time ago and only now do I see how stupid it was.
I was about 10 years old, sleeping over at a friends' house with another one of our friends. They both had the name Nick, so we called one of them Nick and the other Nicky.
So Nick (the hoster)'s mom went out and said she'd be back by around 2AM, and it was 12AM at the time. He only lived with her and his sister, who was also out, and would be back the next day.
So we were just in the kitchen on his computer, when I had to go to the bathroom. I passed his living room and the hallway with the basement door to get to the bathroom. Since that was a full room and a half away, it was kind of silent and they weren't very loud anyway but I heard something coming from the basement. I didn't think much of it but maybe air from the boiler or something, so I just continued and went to the bathroom.
In the bathroom I heard a voice through the vents, similar to what the boiler (or whatever) sounded like, except this was less muffled. I was a little scared so I finished up peeing and slowly walked by the basement to get to Nicks in the kitchen and told them about what I'd heard. So we, being kids who always wanted adventure, got common kitchen items as weapons and went to check what it was.
Nick opened the door and we heard a man's soft, quiet voice speaking, but it wasn't clear and I was quite scared so I thought it was some sort of chanting or something. It was pitch black from what we could see down there, so I didn't think it was a TV or something at the time (which is the only logical explanation now other than it maybe being a radio). The voice stopped after listening for about 5 seconds and Nick closed the door. We crept upstairs to his room and blocked his door. We overreacted. Anyway, after about a half hour of nothing, they said they were going to go down and check what it was. They are two years older than me so being the younger one was scary to be left alone in his room in a house that I thought was haunted at the time.
As I wrote this I IM'd Nick who cleared up the ending, as I don't really remember the conclusion. They said it was nothing but, they didn't go all the way down to investigate, because who/whatever was making the voices stopped when they went down.
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A couple months back, me, my friend, and his little brother(who is in seventh grade) went on a little walk in our backwoods.
When we were kids, we would always go to this river around a bend in the forest, and sit and talk for hours on end. So, after leaving high school, we decided to come back.
We were about to go around the bend, when suddenly, we hear screaming. A woman, with a very high pitched voice. She kept saying things like "NO! PLEASE! NOT LIKE THIS! I HAVE CHILDREN PLEASE DON'T DO THIS" etc. We were freaked the careless whisper out, but my friend insisted on listening to the whole thing. Me and his little brother were ready to go, and just as there was a silence, a shotgun shot and a splatter become audible.
We careless whisper booked it. You have no idea. We ran through every brier patch and every creek we knew. We didn't even know where we were going, as long as it wasn't there. We ran past this old house that belong to a guy who tortured animals and then died in a fire(as if this wasn't creepy enough), not exactly making the situation better. We got back to my place and tried to calm down his little brother as we called the police. In 15 minutes, about 5 policemen showed up, and we led them into the woods where it happened. My friend stayed behind to help his brother stop practically pissing himself. When we got there, the police found a man covered in blood, wearing an orange hunting jacket. He explained that the woman was riding her horse through the woods with her dogs. One of the dogs attacked a dear, so they accidentally shot it. He then said that after that she started screaming. We said that the screaming started before the gunshot, but then the man showed them his retarded-looking son and the police said that it was all ok.
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I've only had a few freaky experiences none involving spirits, but the one that stands out the most is when me and a friend went on a mountain bike ride when we were 16. This is gonna be a long one...
He was really into mountain biking with his pops when he was younger,but hadn't done it for like two years. So we go out on this trail that he said would be fun but not too hardcore since I was only a beginner. The bike ride was awesome, and I managed to go off a few jumps and busted my ass once or twice. Anyways at the end of the trail it lets you out on a gravel road that you follow back to town (it was in some kind of national park thing.) The sun was almost down and I wanted to GTFO of the woods before it was dark.
So his dumb ass forgot whether you go left or right to get to town, because he hadn't hit the trail in years. I say we go left, so we start going, and someone is SPRINTING on the side of the trail towards us with a big ass LED flashlight about 35-40 feet away. I can't see your poetry except the light, but I can tell the person is kinda short and possibly a woman from the silhouette.
I ask which direction it is to get back to town, and the person just keeps heading towards us. I yell again and no response, just keeps getting closer. I'm starting to freak out and when I get scared I get aggressive so I'm like "I'M TALKING TO YOU MOTHER careless whisper" so loud that you could be three times as far away as this womanly cur was and hear it perfect.
Absolutely no response or change in speed. My friend is your poetry bricks and riding his bike in the opposite direction, and I hop on my bike and start following him.
But in a moment of total madness I stop and get off my bike and start walking towards the person. I walk past the person and now that I'm on the other side of the light I can she is just a normal white girl. Seriously, didn't look scary, dirty, careless whisper up, or weird. Just wearing some winter clothes and actually kinda pretty but plain, black hair, maybe like in her early twenties.
I ask her "wtf r u doing out here?" and she FINALLY looks at me and then freaks out. Grabbing at me and your poetry and asking me to help her and is just panicked out of her mind. I'm asking her what the careless whisper is going on and her being so scared is making me scared.
She tells me we need to go. My mind is in overload with the situation so i just get on my bike and tell her to stand on the pegs. I probably burst a lung but I didn't notice, I was just pedaling fast as I could while this chick clung onto me.
We finally get to the clearing where the main road is, and my friend was already at the gas station. I ride over there and he's pissing himself when I ride up with the chick on my bike. She's hysterical and I'm trying to talk to her but she's not answering any of my questions. Just clinging onto me with kung-fu grip and crying.
Eventually the cops were called and managed to calm her down, but she still didn't want to let go of me. She was calmed down enough and went in an ambulance because her leg was cut. The cops took down my info and gave me and my friend a ride home, asking us what happened. We said we had no careless whisper idea.
So I always thought that experience was weird, but here's the kicker. Over a year later, I come out of the movie theater with a group of friends and I see her walking down the street. We made eye contact, and totally recognized each other. I walk over, I get close and she takes a step back and shakes her head. And says "no, they're following you now, i don't want them to find me again" and starts walking away. Creeped me the careless whisper out and does to this day.
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I ate an entire box of laxatives once, just to see what it would do.
It didn't even take a full hour to hit me. It was like running into a brick wall. I shat. Right then and there. I collapsed as I tried to scramble for the bathroom. I shat so much I shat blood. I just kinda shut my eyes and waited for it to pass.
I think I fell asleep there in my own your poetry and blood.
When I woke up, Everything was dark, even though I was alone and I'd had the lights on. I could barely support myself to get up, I was so shaky.
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I woke up once with my hands around my throat, I bolted upright, a bit shaky, but guessed I was just having a violent dream seeing as I get them a lot (I've broken my knuckles more than once punching the wall in my sleep). So I just sort of sat there for a minute before shaking it off and settling back down to sleep.
I heard a girl whispering "Don't worry, I'll get you next time." and I shot upright again, pretty sure I drifted back off to sleep, but I swear I heard a soft laugh as I looked around the room.
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My grandfather owned a really old house in upstate New York, but he never really told my dad or my grandmother about it. We later learned that it was given to him by an old woman that he took care of when he was single and in his 20s. When he died, we read in his will that he left the house to us, so my dad and I traveled up there one weekend to look at it. My dad's a cheap manga by Kazushi Hagiwara!!, so instead of renting a hotel room or something, he decides that we're just gonna sleep in this old ass house that''s had no one in it for 50 years.
The house didn't have a toilet, and there was this wooden outhouse in the back. It was maybe 5x5, with no roof, so you can imagine how crappy it was. There was like 50 years worth or leaves and your poetry there. The only scary thing that happened was when I was reluctantly taking a your poetry there, and something grabbed the toilet paper and threw it (remember no roof) out of the outhouse. I literally shat bricks.
I used to live literally in the middle of nowhere, in Southern Ontario. We had no neighbors except the family farm down the road. We were surrounded by forest and fields.
One morning I woke up and looked out my window, the sky was just beginning to lighten. That's when I noticed a silver object with pink/red lights around the middle. I was so scared and shocked I didn't move until it went out of view. The aircraft slowly rose into the air, ascending in odd jerky steps. I got out of bed and tried to see it again, but it was gone. I wanted to tell my parents (I was 11-12 at the time) but I knew they wouldn't believe me. From then on I always slept with the blinds closed.
When I moved away for college to Oshawa I got a really bad vibe in the student housing where I stayed. Then my electronics started acting weird, my alarm clock would suddenly come on very loud and nothing but static would play. My computer speakers would make odd noises, two very distinct tones when they never had before. Sometimes I'd wake up just in time to hear this loud, horrific growl. I ended up moving away a few months later, and oddly enough that same creepy double-tone would play on my mom's radio. I got this eerie feeling that something had followed me here. My computer speakers work perfectly fine now, same with my alarm clock.
I just remembered that my dad told me he once saw a UFO. He was working out in the tobacco fields when he got the feeling that someone was watching him - and when he looked up he saw a shiny silver object hovering above. An instant later it shot up into the clouds and disappeared.
When I was living back in that farm house I'd hear odd noises all through the night.. My parents would tell me it was the pipes or whatever, but nothing I've ever heard can compare to it. I honestly cannot compare the sounds I heard to anything I've ever encountered since. Like a ghostly wailing I guess.
When I was about 12 one of my great aunts was in the hospital, at home I suddenly got the urge to draw an angel. My mom came over and asked me what I was drawing, and I told her "This is for Betty, she's dead now." not five minutes later she got the call that my Aunt had passed away, at about the same time I started drawing.
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My dad and I were the first two people to move into this new apartment complex. I was sleeping for the first night in my new room with all my your poetry in boxes still. I went to bed early because there was noting to do (PC wasn't hooked up, cable wasn't set up yet).
I woke up at like 2 AM to take a piss. As I'm going to open my door, I hear what sounds like an old brass band. I figure my dad had the radio on or something, so I went out into the main room to find.....NOTHING. No radio, hell no lights even on. I didn't think much of it though and went to take a piss anyway. I go back to my bedroom, and my window is careless whisper OPEN. At this point in time I should mention that it was the middle of November and careless whisper cold, so I didn't have my window open.
I ran out of my room and woke up my dad, we called the cops. I still don't know what the careless whisper happened.
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A few years ago my dad and his two brothers went on a road trip to where he was married back in their hometown. Little ass town/city.
They went to the church, now long abandoned, on a bright sunny day and walked through it as he reminisced. Later they went out to the small cemetery alongside to the building. Nothing huge, just about 30 graves or so. The three men all wandered around looking at the graves when one uncle approached my dad. He stood next to him and simply said as calmly as can be "I think we should go now." My dad just looked at him and asked "Why" only to have his brother respond "Look behind you."
And he did.
There, standing on it's hind legs was an onyx-black dog easily 7 feet tall, it's eyes glowing red and staring right at them.
He just stared and replied "...Yeah...I think we should." So he slowly backed away from the dog as it watched the pair, even pivoting as they left, never turning their backs to it.
My other uncle, farther to the exit of the cemetery followed suit, sprinting once they crossed the threshold of the cemetery. The dog vanished after they got into their cars, but as they were driving as fast as they could, one of them looked out the back door and saw the same dog following them, racing after them.
They sped up and crossed a small bridge over a stream that ran alongside the church, and it vanished before they even hit ground again.
---Basically, my family lived about ten years in a haunted house.
From the start, things were strange. I constantly felt like I was being watched and saw the silhouette of a man in my doorway on several occasions. My little brothers shared a room, and constantly complained of weird shadows and people coming in and out at night. My parents wrote our complaints off as young kids being scared in a new place (perfectly reasonable) and it wasn't until the boys started screaming about how they had both seen a man crawl across their floor and into their closet that they became concerned.
I'll share the spookiest stories I can remember.
I'll start with one of my brother's stories. T is a big jock and an extreme skeptic. Basically, if he can't beat it up, it doesn't exist. One night I was upstairs in my room doing homework when T (who was about 11 or 12 at this point) came running in and slammed it shut before locking it. He was completely pale. When I asked him what happened, he said he'd seen something in the basement and didn't know what it was. The basement was where the water heater/general storage was, and it had a crawlspace that led under the entire house. I told him it was probably some kind of animal, but he refused to talk about it. It wasn't until years later (after we'd moved out) that I asked him about it again.
Apparently he'd been down there looking for some toy. He was in there for awhile when he thought he heard whispering. The door to the basement shut and the light turned off (he thinks someone didn't know he was in there, but I don't remember anyone else being downstairs). He shat brix and was about to make his way out using the light from the cracks under the door when he heard more whispering and moving.
He looked down into the crawlspace, and very vaguely he could see someone crawling out towards him. He was very insistent that it looked like a person and mentioned that it scared him even more that the form appeared to be even darker than the darkness around it.
Needless to say, he booked it upstairs. I can say for sure that we didn't have any home invasion and no one was there when we ventured down later. If anyone was down there, they never came out.
I also had a careless whisper up experience with that basement. Every year in the summer we'd rent our house out for a bit. Apparently the spirits hated that. About a week before without fail this horrible smell would manifest in a certain spot on the stairs and in the back hall. It smelled like rotting meat. We're talked roadkill left in the sun for weeks. We'd always have people check the attic/under the house for dead animals, cleaned the rugs, etc. There was no explanation for it.
So I was on the stairs arranging some potpourri in an effort to mask the stench. From where I was, I could see the door to the basement clearly. We'd been storing things in there, and it was cracked with the light on. I heard something rustling around in there, and I thought it was one of our pets, so I yelled something like, "Knock it off!" I think that pissed whatever it was off. The rustling turned into something very deliberately rooting through the boxes, but through the cracks, I couldn't see anything.
At this point my eyes were locked on the door. I couldn't see anything blocking the light, and whatever it was had to have been big. I honestly can't say how long I listened to it because it felt like forever, but the movements became more an more violent until I thought things were being thrown against the wall.
At about the point the knocking got close to the door, I decided to get the hell out of there. Just after I'd reached the top of the stairs, I heard the door blast open.
My dad went down to see just what had happened down there. Everything was in order and nothing had been touched, except for the door. It was wide open and there was a dent in the wall where the knob had hit.
Luckily, my room in the house had a different feel. It was always dark and cold, but it felt... I can't really explain it. Maybe it was my imagination, but I felt and others felt that it was like something was making sure it was calm. I had a lot of little experiences in there over the years. Like I said, there was a man who stood in the door. I often felt someone sitting on the edge of my bed or resting a hand on my back as I laid there. If I was really good about it, I could even slide out of the covers and see a handprint still in the comforter. Occasionally I'd see the man sitting in my chair.
However, none of these little things measured up to the times this spirit decided to talk to me.
It started one night when I was about 15. I was sick as a dog and laying in bed, totally miserable. I heard someone knock on the door and ask, "Can I come in? Is it okay? Are you sure?" I thought it was my brother A, so I said sure, whatever. Whoever it was was really making sure I was okay with them coming in.
It was dark in my bedroom and the hallway, but the light in my bathroom was on, so I could see someone come in and tell it was a guy. He asked me if I was feeling alright because he knew I was sick and he was worried about me. I remember it really distinctly because he said "Do we need to start thinking up funny things to put on your gravestone?" I told him I was fine, just feeling like your poetry, but that I wanted to get back to sleep. He was really apologetic and said he'd leave. At the time I had Chinese lanterns hanging in my room, and one near the door had a habit of folding in on itself, which was a big pain. He said, "Do you want me to fix that for you?" I told him sure and the rolled over and went back to sleep.
When I woke up, I was feeling better and thanked A for coming in and be so nice. He and T had been out with friends. My Dad had been at work. My mom was downstairs watching TV. No one had been in my room before I'd come out. However, my lantern was fixed.
It's strange, but I think a part of me knew it wasn't A, but something about it was so comforting and familiar that I was calm. The next time he came to visit, it wasn't quite so smooth.
A couple months later, I was woken up once again by a knocking and someone asking to come in. I'd basically written the first one off as a fever dream or someone screwing with me. Again, I thought it was A. This time he was still asking to make sure it was okay but seemed a lot less nervous. I saw someone come inside, and unlike last time, I was looking right at him, though I was waking up.
I honestly don't remember a lot of what he was talking about because like I said, I wasn't super with it. I just remember that while he was chattering, he was going through the stuff on my desk and making a lot of noise, which was pissing me off. I said something like, "A, what the hell are you doing? Get the hell out of here before you piss off mom and dad and get me in trouble." He turned and looked at me.
That's about the time I realized it wasn't my brother.
For one thing, I was completely awake. I sat up, and my heart was pounding realizing someone strange was in my room. What struck me was that he was really just a shadow. I could see that it was a man and his general shape, but the details were really vague.
He turned and looked right at me and said, "Oh. Sorry." Then he just faded out. My dad came in right after thinking my brothers were out of bed in the middle of the night. He said he heard me and someone else talking and moving stuff around. He was so convinced, he searched all over my room even though he didn't believe what I said.
Sadly, the spirit never tried to talk to me again. I still saw him from time to time but only in the background. I still wonder what would have happened if I hadn't scared my ghost away.
I was walking around my house, on the way back to my room after fiddling around in the kitchen. I have to pass by the door to the house on my way, and you can clearly see my front lawn from here. It's very open for the most part, a hill that falls down into a road, many trees, typical. As I walked by my door, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black silhouette of a man standing next to a singular tree closest to my house, I felt the all the hair on me stand up as if I were being watched. As I turned to look it was gone, as if nothing ever happened. I shrugged it off and went about my daily business.
I confronted my grandmother about it once, as it was her son, and she told me that maybe he was watching out for us still and wasn't ready to move on. I always thought it might have been him, as before this the TV would always turn on and change channels by itself and the Air Conditioning would always change settings, you could watch it do it by itself sometimes. It would beep multiple times, as if someone were hitting the temperature up or down. I saw this silhouette many times before and after, but everything stopped around the time I was 14. No TV disturbances, no AC changing, no silhouettes. It's been silent ever since.
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Hahaha, the jigsaw mask. I was just scanning the texts, but I found that funny.
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Don’t dismiss this outright as the work of some raving lunatic. There’s some sense to this story, if you’ll just hear me out…
Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well, let me tell you something… it is. I’m from the future, actually. I know you probably don’t believe that, but seriously, I’m from the future. It’s a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold… stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.
Behind all the fun, though, there’s a more serious aspect. We aren’t supposed to go in our own lifetime, and we are never allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I’m breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you’re talking to yourself. Your future self. I’m going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I’m preventing something by talking to you that is worse than death. I can’t tell you outright what to do, because the filters would catch it. This is the closest I can get, trust me. I can, however, send a little message.
You should probably read the first word of every paragraph, now.
Happy Halloween.
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