CREEPY STUFF - NOT CAR RELATED

grambo · Post by **grambo** » Fri Jun 23, 2006 12:37 pm

Diablo0 started this with his eerie-sky pictures....
ANy of you live in a haunted house? Seen a UFO? Related to Bigfoot? Post up your creepy hillbilly stories here...

I'll start. I lived in a tri-level house in San Jose, Ca. that had been used as a whore-bouse, a drug dealing base of ops, etc. It was generally a really bad place for about a decade before we moved in to our "fixer-upper".
The house was weird inside. Every door had a lock on it, every room had mirrors on the ceiling, and there was a room with no windows built under the staircase.
Over the time we lived there we found some strange shit too. While digging in the planters out front my dad found a 50cal. bullet, various knives and other ammo, drug tools, jewelry, coffee cans full of dope, etc. Along the peak of the second story roof we found dozens of little rubber dinosaurs nailed along the length. In the backyard we found an entire pallet of "Super Family Sized Tide Laundry Soap". (Still stretch wrapped, buried.......completely....18" down..

) There were many other "treasures buried around the yard too....car parts, electronics, etc. Trippy shit.
There were "stash" doors cut into the drywall in every room in the house, I used to hide my Hot Wheels in em' till my mom freakd out and made my dad fix em.'
The cue'det'tat' was the ghost/ghosts in the house. Freaky noises, shit moving overnight, hissing sounds in home movies, all sorts of shit happened.
My dad tells a story of when he got out of the shower downstairs, hes standing there in all his glory and he feels a hand on his shoulder......hes by himself. SO he freaks out, the room is full of steam and hes freezing, the dogs are outside the door barking like they want to kill something, and pops says out loud, "uh...I'm naked right now and its not a good time for a visit." Everything stops like it was on a switch....the cold...the dogs...the hand.
The one I saw first hand was when my dog was standing in the upstairs family room. My mom and i are on the stairs coming up and can just see the dog through teh railing. The dog is barking frantically, foaming at the mouth, pissing itself, tail between its legs...and there is nothing there. The dog continues to whine and bark and lurch forward to bite something that isn't visible.
My mom and I watched for what seemed like forever. I calle dout to the dog an dit look at me, stopped barking, looked back at whatever it was and went completely nuts again. My mom and I ran out of the house and stayed out front till my dad got home from work hours later.
The dog went to the vet and there was nothing wrong. More shit happened too. I had a freaky ass reaoccuring dream that lasted until well after I was grown and married. I still remember the dream in EVERY detail from start to finish. My mom saw some stuff she won't tallk about. My dad had more occurances than anyone and he won't talk about it much. My lil bro was to lil to do much but crap himself so he doesnt remember.
My parents talked to some preists and they laughed at them. finally we just moved out. Thats when our old neighbors came to visit and told us about the house's history.

dinetuner · Post by **dinetuner** » Fri Jun 23, 2006 12:45 pm

ok so....this is creepystill gives me chills today

i banged a fat chick once

2k2patriotblueneon · Post by **2k2patriotblueneon** » Fri Jun 23, 2006 1:42 pm

dinetuner wrote:ok so....this is creepystill gives me chills today

i banged a fat chick once

Hey man....fat chicks need lovin too!!

Here is mine...

One day me and my brother found what looked like an old road about 5 miles from my house. It was all overgrown with tall grass and fallen trees and it heads up a small mountain. Well one day we decided we wanted to go and see where it led to...so we hop in his truck (obviously a neon wont make it over trees and large rocks.) anyways....we start heading up the road and after driving up it about a mile or two at oh 5-10 mph....we come to what looks like an old abandoned town....there were what looked like old stone and mortar foundations but the houses were all gone....nothing but foundations left....and those foundations looked to be almost as old as the USA...so I would imagine that this place hasn't been inhabited in at least 100 years old....probably more... Anyway, we are driving up this road and after we pass the little town we come to an open area with a bunch of old headstones....old enough that the writing on them was no longer legible....as we get about halfway past this old graveyard the truck quits....just stops like someone turned the key off with it in gear....except neither of us touched it. At first we thought it was just your avertage stall....so we try and crank it over....and it wont go....it just turns over and over and wont fire up. Now we are buggin cuz we are alone and have no one to tow us out. So my bro puts the truck in neutral and we roll it back down and as soon as we got away from the graveyard it fires right up like its brand new....now we are shittin our drawers...lol. We drive out of there as fast as we can without breaking the truck on rocks etc... We told the story to my brothers friend who wants to follow us up in his truck because he thinks it must have been our truck, like maybe the fuel pump wasnt submerged and it ran out of gas....we tried explaining to him that the truck had a full tank and that it was getting fuel but no spark. He still doesnt believe us so we take him up there, well it happened again...but this time to BOTH trucks....they both die in the same spot as we did the last time. Our buddy just hops out of his truck and leaves us there running down the mountain.

Wuss....lol....at least we didnt run!!

grambo · Post by **grambo** » Fri Jun 23, 2006 1:52 pm

^ butt-pucker factor 10!

dinetuner · Post by **dinetuner** » Fri Jun 23, 2006 2:32 pm

Ok well i was gonna write my story but i got sidetraked by n00dies on my cellie from a chick that wants my nutts

so anyways the story

like 4 years ago i was living on my grandfathers ranch on the reservation and we where driving the cattle about 400 miles east to his deceased aunts house and there was also a spring there that never went dry no matter how long the droughts went even now its been drought season on the reservation as long as i can remember yet this spring still flows.
so everynight he would tell me folklores and about the traditions about how life is and how you cant touch a dead body becuase the chindi will make you sick and make you lose your mind or turn you into a witch and about skinwalkers which are witches that have the ability to transfer there souls into animals and use the animal for its abilitys while obtaining its human conscience a bunch of other stuff including the clan system but that irrevalant to the story

so everynight im on my toes becuaseits dark and scary and i grew up in the city ahahah so anyways i feel somewhat safe becuase i have a .22 and a .25 handgun and my grandfather has his old M1 from WW2 and a .45 mainly to protect us from the heavy drug trafficking becuase its extremely rural and if they are caught its an easy federal sentence.

so one night i make my rounds checking the cattle and i see this guys running through an old river bed chasing two others immeadatly i crouch down behind a rock and whistle to my grandfather as they come closer i notice the ones doing the chasing are acting a little abnormal growing up in the city and in the section8 projects i imeadtly suspect drugs becuase these guys are foaming at the mouth and shrieking the other two look fairly normal not scared yet in a rush and then i hear a howl and look back expecting my grandfather for somereason but instead see two wolves running full speed like there meeting the two chased guys. at this time im wigging out and have both weapons loaded and cocked and im shaky as hell i wistle for my grandfather again and then the last thing i see is each of the guys getting chased grab a wolf and then i see blinding white liight and then all i can hear is my grand father's M1 firing then the the "twang" from the clip holder expelling and then the .45 firing then bieng dragged back up the hill then i fell asleep woke up the next morning with my eyes full or a mix of stuff my grandfather holding me on his horse with a line to my horse driving the cattle towards his aunts house and im sore as hell i feel like i just got hit by a car and then some i have alot of scrathes and my ear on myright side is still ringing faintly. i guess from what my grandfather told me i wigged out on those crazy's and went through both my hand gun and my 10/22. and from what he said they where a group of people that where drunks and broke all the old traditions and apparently it caught up and they went crazy becuase they killed there familys and were trying to kill those two witches. later on me and my grandfather buried them in there hogans and boarded up the doors and firepit hole and knockeda hole in the east side as tradition says so maybe they dont have to stray the 5th world and bring sickness to the people. after that we had a sweat and my grandfather did a sing and then now i never leave the house on the reservation without a piece i have others but i dont really want recurring nightmares anymore

SolarYNeon · Post by **SolarYNeon** » Fri Jun 23, 2006 2:39 pm

grambo wrote:^ butt-pucker factor 10!

haha.

No doubt that would scared the pants off of me too.

I've got too many stories to tell. lol

Okay so heres a couple.

Now I had lived in Great Britain for just about a year now. Now I had been living in an old manor called Coton Hall (spl?) with my aunt and uncle. This place had been built in the 1500s and was a nasty place. People had been executed, hung, buried alive in the walls (theres a picture with a skeleton embedded in the concrete/mortar) Well over half the place was being renivated, so we could only stay in one wing of this place. Now I was only like 6 at the time, but this place would scare the living daylights out of me. Just think amtyville horror/house on haunted hill/crazy movies like that. This place was outright creepy. The main hall looked JUST LIKE that in the house in "The Haunting" It had the huge hall, then the two staircases, and a huge ass painting of the guy that had owned the place in the 1500's. Okay now for some of the scary stuff. Its hard to try and explain how this place is, just imagine old scary, 1500s scary.

It was nearly 9 and I was ready to go to bed. Now I had heard some shuffling (lord knows what it was cause i sure as hell didnt) so being only 6 I got scared, because I knew the place was haunted. So I go to see my mom, but then I see someone laying down next to her, my mom was out cold, but this thing was laying next to her. It wasnt my dad, because he wasnt even in the country! But I screamed because I thought my mom was dead, b before I knew it my mom was up and looking around like

. It was creepy as shit, because I could see the guys face, and to my astonishment, it looked just like the guy in the painting on the main hall. Ugh.

Second.

This was a couple days later, my mom had sent me down into the wine room (practically a basement) to do some laundry (dont ask why they had their washers and shit down there... its britain remember!?) I walk down there, it starts to get colder after each step that I take. I started to get a little scared so I was hesitant. But i kept going down. Well I look up and theres this little girl sitting on the washer, and im like "myeh?" and by this point its freezing cold, and im whigging out. Then the power goes out, I nearly shit my pants, and then I hear what sounds like a little girl laughing. I got so fucking scared that I just hauled ass up those stairs, and I swear to god, it felt like someone was grabbing my leg, and it felt like eternity to get back up those steps. I honestly thought that I was going to die.

Enough of britain though

Time for america! Wooho!

Now back in the good ol' US, it seems to me that ghosts love our family, or we just always get the houses that are haunted (YAY!) Now these ghosts were actually not bad, they were "friendly" if you want to call it that. They wouldnt do anything to harm you or try to fuck with you. Except for one, and it scared the shit out of me I only saw it once, but omfg I couldnt sleep for weeks after it. I was sleeping, but I woke up because I heard something (im a very light sleeper and I hate it) and I open my eyes, to see this thing that looks like its wearing a top hat, (house was built on Ft. Lemon, an old army outpost in the seminole wars) and looked really fucking angry. Could have sworn I heard the fucker growl or mumble something and then raise his arm. I jumped outta my bed, and was like "ZING MOTHA!!" and didnt go back into my room for a LOOOOOOOOOOOONG time.

Another ghost, was more of a "playful" one I guess you can say. It didnt do much just appear and blind you for a second. Kinda weird. It would usually happen to everyone right when they were about to go to bed. You'd just be laying down, and then like on impulse your eyes would snap open, and a bright flash of white light would just appear then dissapear. Mostly startle you. This basically became a happening every other day. It never bothered anyone because it had happened so many times. Guests would freak out when they came over and it would happen. Gets to you sometimes, but oh well. Thats what ghosts do right?

I like reading about other people's experiences. It makes me feel that Im not the only one thats getting spooked by these poltregiests.

OB · Post by OB » Fri Jun 23, 2006 2:58 pm

^wierdest damn story ive ever heard.

patriot: thats freaky as well

I dont have any stories that i can think of at the moment. my life is pretty dull ghost wise. they know better than to mess with me.

..who ya gonna call?

grambo · Post by **grambo** » Fri Jun 23, 2006 3:07 pm

Shit dine! Lovin' the reservation stories. My buddy's tribe is from your area...he hooked me up with a burial "kit" for my grampa when I went out to the Superstition Mountains to bury his remains. AZ was my Grampa's favorite place to take photos. (Arizona Highways Magazine published a few of the "gloves" and Montezuma's Castle.
Anyway, my local dine buddy has got some freakout stories like that too. He likens it to the Indians having deeper links with the earth/nature and thats why their bodies handle "modern" poisons/drugs/alchohol differently. The herbs and shit he gave me to eat while I prayed on a cliff and spread grampa's ashes made my piss stink..

Nothin' better than a good sweat huh? That shit is mellow/zen.

dinetuner · Post by **dinetuner** » Fri Jun 23, 2006 5:01 pm

grambo wrote:Shit dine! Lovin' the reservation stories. My buddy's tribe is from your area...he hooked me up with a burial "kit" for my grampa when I went out to the Superstition Mountains to bury his remains. AZ was my Grampa's favorite place to take photos. (Arizona Highways Magazine published a few of the "gloves" and Montezuma's Castle.
Anyway, my local dine buddy has got some freakout stories like that too. He likens it to the Indians having deeper links with the earth/nature and thats why their bodies handle "modern" poisons/drugs/alchohol differently. The herbs and shit he gave me to eat while I prayed on a cliff and spread grampa's ashes made my piss stink..
Nothin' better than a good sweat huh? That shit is mellow/zen.

yeah i have several... im gonna take it slow though and if its chill tonight ill prolly share more until i get them nightmares agian..lol

lilolneon · Post by **lilolneon** » Fri Jun 23, 2006 5:09 pm

Only scariest thing to ever happen to me was finding out I had no toilet paper while taking a crap...

Anonymous User · Post by **Anonymous User** » Fri Jun 23, 2006 6:21 pm

heres mine..

well we were having a concert type thing at my elementary when i was in 5th or so grade. and as the kids me and my friends were. we went up stairs, there was no lights on or anything. all of the doors was closed except for one, so we walk in, and all of a sudden the tv in room turns on. We all have that face like WTF and look at each other and ask if any one did that, then we remember none of the TVs in the classes have remotes. so were freaking out and ran out the room and down the hall. Then all of a sudden we see a faint white figure at the end of the hallway, near the bigass windows. looking at us, looks to be like the size of a kid, it was jsut staring at us. so being the little kids we ran down and out of the building, and was asking each other if we seen that. and we all did.....

After a couple of years, i found out that a boy back in the 60s or 70s, died on the stairs that was near the end of the hall we seen him. now, i know why some of the janitors dont clean the school at night.

i got this from shadowlands.com.

"Alameda - Washington Elementary School - Reports when people are alone in there they get cold chills, hear knocking and scratching when no one was around there is a ghosts of a young boy about 13 years old walking the halls at night. "

Marthby · Post by **Marthby** » Fri Jun 23, 2006 6:36 pm

i came home tired from school one day so i went straight to bed. i have this habit i guess where i put my arm under my pillow and that day will i was trying to go to sleep. all sudden i felt like a hairy hand grabbed my arm and pulled it. I jumped like 1 foot up in the air while i was lyin down on my bed and quickly checked what the hell it was. when i lifted up the pillow i saw nothing...........

kc2005ptgt · Post by **kc2005ptgt** » Fri Jun 23, 2006 6:42 pm

I had this sister who was possessed by a demon and one night she was tied to the bed and screaming and cursing and spiting and stuff and this priest asks me to untie her so she can sit up straight and so I do, then she starts yelling at me and screaming and cursing and then (I kid you not) her head starts to spin and then she starts vomiting - not just 'urps' but real projectile nasty stuff!

Just kidding.

Actually, I was in Las Vegas when this happened to me, and this still sticks with me to this day. I know I had a run in with an unholy angel (Demon). I was living in a home for addicts, gangsters, thugs, bad people... We had bunk houses, and one extra house for staff members that myself and my brother in law stayed in.
One night I woke from a sleep and couldn't move. So I started to panic when this wave of darkness washes over the room (the door was propped open, and a light outside!) and I couldn't see very well, except shadows moving all around. At first I thought one of the homeless guys in the neighborhood was snooping for 'treasure' but then I realized that I couldn't hear either.
I sat there in bed, terrified, and I began to hear a laughing. It sounded audible, but I knew it was in my head. It really creeped me out. All of a sudden, the swamp cooler in my room kicks on and begins blowing COLD air (this is a Vegas night in the middle of June)! I feel the ability to move return to my body (I figured I was having sleep paralysis, and waking from a dream). But I feel the cold, and can now be certain of the darkness and shadows.
I pull the covers up over my head and hide in fear and wait for someone to attack me. It doesn't come, and the cold gets more intense, to the point of seeing my breath! I finally gather the courage to peek out and sure enough, it is still cold, the swamp cooler is blowing out ice cold air (it is right next to my bed) and I see my breath.
I did the only thing I could do - pray. And pray I did, in my mind at first, but the laughing in my head was intense. I hear in my mind a voice telling me to pray outloud, so I tried, but couldn't because I felt like I was beginning to choke - or being choked! I could have sworn this was all a dream.
I finally cry out, and begin praying out loud and waiting for the noise of the swamp cooler to stop and it to warm up and the ability to breathe come back. After a few seconds, which seemed like minutes to me, I was praying out loud, shaking, and trembling with fear. All of a sudden, everything goes quiet, the swamp cooler turns off, and the room begins to warm up again. The darkness and shadows stop and the light returns. All I hear is the running of footsteps and a laughing voice telling me "I will return!"
I look over at my brother in law, and he is sound asleep, snoring lightly, and facing the wall. Durring this entire time, I couldn't even see him, even though his bed was only a few feet away.
I was never the same from then on. I already believe in God, but it was then I knew that the devil and demons were real. I have been since visited by others, all with similar situations and with similar results. I know am being taunted and tested, but I also know I am protected. The last time it happened, all I had to do was call out to Jesus... Amen!

Sorry for going religious on you all, but for real, I have never faced fear liek that before, and I hope to never experience it again. Death does not scare me, neither does pain or torment - but the thought of having that everyday in hell, scares me straight!

dinetuner · Post by **dinetuner** » Sat Jun 24, 2006 12:07 am

kc2002acr: my mom has recently become deeply reliegous in the past couple years so i know alot about that stuff......so from my understanding your relationship with god/jesus is that of love not bieng "Scared straight" becuase you are meant to be jesus proverbial "bride" thats what the 10k years or w/e after the tribulation is....its a "honeymoon" then after that jesus conqouers the devil and stuff then he takes you to the new jerusaluem wether its the actual jerusalem just anew(they say that jerusalem is in the "middle of the earth" or w/e or if its just another place ina diffrent demension considering all the difrent demesnions and whats soppused to live there.... yeah man that shit scares me for some reason all that religon and stuff rears it head with drugs.... so many crazy shit while i was twacked i expect it if im shrooming or something but.... yeah

refect · Post by **refect** » Sat Jun 24, 2006 12:34 am

damn this is all some crazy stuff. and this didnt happen to me, but rather a story my cousin told me of some stuff that happened to his girlfriends aunt or somethin. well her husband used to always smoke cigarettes...the wife supposivly never liked him doing it so he would always try to smoke without her knowing, or get up late at night and go to the bathroom and open the window and smoke out of it. he mainly smoked out the window in the bathroom the most. the husband passed away in the house....she says that every now and then she would wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom (same one he used to sneak a smoke in) and the window would be open. she swears she never had it opened and closes it. goes back to bed and wakes up again later on in the night and the window is open again. and it smells a little like smoke too. supposivly this happens to her every now and then.

Panhead · Post by **Panhead** » Sat Jun 24, 2006 2:52 am

lilolneon wrote:Only scariest thing to ever happen to me was finding out I had no toilet paper while taking a crap...

lol.

phenomeneon21 · Post by **phenomeneon21** » Sat Jun 24, 2006 5:12 am

The scariest thing that has happened in my life so far is when I lived in Oklahoma. It was the middle of summer and it was about 9 o'clock at night, my grandpa called and said that our great aunt had just died. After we got the phone call, we were all getting ready for bed and we heard this faint noise, almost like someone dropping a pin on a cement floor in the kitchen. My mom, dad, brother, and myself all go into the kitchen to check it out. We look on the floor to find a key that belonged to her. The scary part is, she was living in Iowa and died there. We kept the key and gave it to a family member who lived closer to her at the time and found out the key went to an old dresser of hers from the early 1900's. There was nothing special in the dresser, but the fact that this key just fell from thin air was freaky as hell.

INVUJerry · Post by **INVUJerry** » Mon Jun 26, 2006 8:57 pm

There is a ghost that is in my mom's house, we had bought in 2002. We all see a little shadow run around the house, up the stairs, into the kitchen, all over. Whenever I have band practice, anyone that sits on the steps into the basement says they feel wind brush past their shoulders. Every now and then stuff will move, end up missing, lights will turn on or off, and once the furnace got turned off! Thats about it, except once when I was driving my S-10 that was my grandfathers who passed away when I was young. I took off hard from a light, and I heard him say "alright Jerry" and that was it. I hardly drove the S-10 hard after that. I still have that thing too.

Neonix · Post by **Neonix** » Thu Jun 29, 2006 6:53 pm

I've got quite a few stories, it seems the paranormal are attracted to me.

I'll start with one that wasn't too creepy, at least for me. A long time ago I was working at this pizza place. Well the building that the pizza place was in was very very old, it used to be an old school house, but the school burnt up, and ever since they rebuilt the building on the land, businesses wouldn't stay there, and I could never figure out why.

Well me and my friends all got jobs at the pizza place that just opened up. There were several stories from this place btw. One day, I was sitting in our bigger conference like room (it was added on by the pizza company to provide more space). I wasn't alone, in fact I was sitting with four or five friends, when all of a sudden I feel a hand on my shoulder, and felt the feeling like someone was standing behind and over me. Thinking it was a friend, or my boss, I turned and looked over my shoulder. There was no on there, and the hand didn't go away. It finally went away when my boss came through the door a few minutes later.

So many things happened in that building, stuff was moved, you could hear kid's voices calling your name when you were all alone, the usual poltergiest activity.

Okay, now for a somewhat creepy one. Working in downtown Reno, late at night, it was time for me to go home after work. So I get in the building's elevator and push the button for the Lobby. The doors close and instantly I go cold. Suddenly I feel this pressure on my chest that literally pushes me back against the wall. I felt like the air was being pressed out of me, and I really thought I was going to be crushed. It also felt like I was surrounded by really tall people that just hovered over me. Finally the doors opened up, and I quickly got out of the elevator. And no I'm not clasterphobic.

I've had many experiences with paranormal activity, like I said, I think they flock to me, but that was the only time I ever felt threatened, and I did NOT like it. There's a difference between feeling scared, and feeling that terror that something is harming you, and you can't see it.

Glad to know I'm not the only one.

grambo · Post by **grambo** » Fri Jun 30, 2006 10:34 am

^ I find that most of us who let GOD into our hearts and lives attract the baddies...its a challenge for them to challenge our faith.

Neonix · Post by **Neonix** » Fri Jun 30, 2006 10:55 am

grambo wrote:^ I find that most of us who let GOD into our hearts and lives attract the baddies...its a challenge for them to challenge our faith.

I've heard this before. I've also heard that maybe the reason why they go to certain people is because they are more sensitive to them, and can "see" or "feel" them.

Either way, I think it's kind of fun.