I used to belong to this group of Daredevils who would do really freaky stuff. Once, we went to this house and the far edge of town which was "supposed" to be haunted. This was at about 23:30. So, to let me enter the group, I (and a bunch of other guys) had to go inside, ALONE, and shine your torch out of the attic. Now, Jim went up first, so he shined his torch out the attic and they told another guy to go. 7 People had gone, and shined their torch out the attic window, but nobody had come back. We thought they were playing a joke on us, so me and the last guy, went up, and shined our torches. On the way down, I heard a creak in the cupboard to my right. I opened it and I saw 7 bodies, all with their eyes wide open, and I yelled and practically jumped right out of the attic window and into the bushes below. I had no idea what had happend to the last guy, but the others had gotten the hel' outta there and called the police. There were 8 bodies. So, legend has it that people who have gone in have either died, or gone mad. And scince I'm not dead....... (If you tell this story by word, then a nice loud BOO! at the end, really freaks em out. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->)
<!--QuoteBegin--Z.X. Bogglesteinsky+Sep 29 2003, 08:25 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Z.X. Bogglesteinsky @ Sep 29 2003, 08:25 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> go on then
try it out find out if he does, then tell us <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> *runs around church, walks inside, looks at body* *body opens eyes and stretches out its hand* "Oh, hullo there, how are you doing?"
I thought you could post all sorts of stories in here, or is this only for stuff that has 'really' happened?
Just try to keep it to stuff that really happened, as those tend to be the most interesting/scarey. You an of course elaborate....but people can sense when you are just making stuff up.
Well, this one is sorta true, considering the one that I posted yesterday
My friends older brother used to see a person in a long trench coat in the kitchen when he was about 6 or 7 years old. Every time he saw him, he told his mother, and his mother would ask why he was here, and what did he look like. Each time, he'd just pretend he didn't hear her. So one day, she (the mother) went down to the the street to see one of her friends who was lived there. Whilst they were chatting, the story about her son seeing a guy in a trench coat came up. And the mother asked whether there were any "bad things" happening at her place. Her friend said that where they were living, there was a mourge, and that the mourge had been demolished and their house was on it. The person her son was seeing was actually the undertaker who had died by killing himself. So, they moved out as fast as they could.
Paranoia is a disease easily spread, and is quite easily contracted in my profession. This was about 3 monthes ago. I woke up suddenly at night in a cold sweat. I had no idea why I was sweating but at the time I thought it had something to do with the heat being to high. I got up out of bed and walked over to the thermostat and turned the dial to the 70. I turned around to get back in bed when out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark figure with pale green eyes standing in my doorway. Instinct took over. Due to my training, I automatically considered this person a possible threat (no less in any way because I believed his pale green eyes were NVG's), so I immidiately ran over to my bed, pulled my M9 from its spring-pin clip, spun around and aimed at the figure. But by the time I had my gun in his/her direction, they were gone. I immidiately scanned the room and then slowly moved out into the hallway. I check quickly to my left then proceeded to move cautiously forward to my right (to my left was a nook in the wall to small for any person to hide in). I got to the 3-way fork in my hallway when something smashed into from behind. I immidiately spun onto my back and fired to shots in the opposite direction I had been facing. There was nothing there. At this point my girlfriend was standing in our bedroom doorway with a look of fear and cofusion on her face. I told her to go back into the room and lock the door. I got up and decided to go left from the fork, as that led to the only quiet way out of my house; the living room. I got into the room and quickly scanned it from every direction. Just as I was about to turn around to leave I heard a heavy and labored breathing from an undescernable direction. I spun around and once again the dark figure with the pale green eyes was standing at the edge of the doorway, each breath resulting in a white plume, like when you breath outdoors on a cold day. I fired two more shots. One of them must have hit it because it let out a sudden and ear piercing scream and ran straight for me. I unloaded the clip. It screamed again, but this time it sounded more like an inhuman howl. I dropped to the floor as the thing sprand over me and shot through an open window. I haven't seen it since.
i always have dreams of me fighting with powerful beings. i always win sometimes though its a draw cause we both cant die. weird as hell <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo--> i have an idea lets see who can write the scariest short story <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif'><!--endemo--> i would like to see some of the forums goers writing skills <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin--dr.d+Sep 29 2003, 10:42 AM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (dr.d @ Sep 29 2003, 10:42 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Damn it DOOMy look what you've done now everyone is talking about nightmares. Ok gunna try to get the topic back on track, please post real life spooky stories, that you or someone you know has experienced. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> Sorry about that. :(
At least things have certainly shaped up here. Definately good freaky stuffs.
[edit] Oh and I thought of something genuinely freaky to share, albiet this isn't supernatural. Just odd.
My roomate has a natural X shape in his chest hair. Its very freaky as he goes around w/o a shirt calling himself XMan and acting as if he were a super hero. Scary.
Things that go <i>bump</i> in the night, post your spooky happenings here, if your life is boring and nothing interesting has ever happened to you feel free to make up a story. *glances at renegade*
<!--QuoteBegin--Liku+Oct 3 2003, 12:01 AM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Liku @ Oct 3 2003, 12:01 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> What game was that Renegade? ^_^ <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> It wasn't a game, just a nightmare.
Well, I haven't seen this thread since the thing happened so...
I was back in my hometown for the night, with a bunch of my friends. We were all stone-sober, as I refuse to hang out with someone when they are drunk. So, we go down to this one park, Airport Park. It's off in the middle of feckin no-where, with no lamp posts nearby. We get there, me, Kat, Liz, Robb, Patry or Fat Bastage (yes, we call him that), Tony or Ragin Red (My name for him), Claire, Austen and Josh. So we get there, and me, Fat Bastage, Red and Robb hear this weird slithery kinda sound, like something nearby is slithering/crawling around rubbing against abrasive stuff. Well, I whip out my little pocket knife (2.5" blade) Austen gets his flashlight and we (Me, Robb, Tony, Austen, Josh) start moving forward. We come up to the little Gazebo, where the sound was originally coming from. Kat, Liz and Claire come forward out of curiosity. Tony makes them stay far back because he's a jerk like that. So me and Robb creep forward, because we are the "lurkers" of the group, dissappearing into the night. Aussie, Josh and Tony slowly move forward with us, albeit far back. I find a stick, with a point end and a sharp end. "hmm, useful club/stake", so I take it and give Robb the knife. We move out into the nearby field slowly. Me and Robb are hunting the thing, walking silently, listening for the sound. I duck down and watch something moving near a soccer post. At this point, Kat, Claire & Liz are all back by the Gazebo. Me and Robb advance by leapfrogging (one stays back while the other moves forward,not the real leapfrog). Suddenly I hear a rattle. "sh!t!" is the only thing I think of in the time it takes me to stand up and run. It sounded not like a baby rattle but like the rattle on a Rattle Snake. Everyone high tails it to the cars, because when I heard the rattle...it was getting closer every second. We never found out what it was.
I can controll dream with ease, allthough yes the accurace of dreams became more scare somehow. If you want to do so, try doing whatever you want to dream about or think hardly about it. Then change the subject completely and do something else, Usually this makes your mind bactrack to thinking about what hapened earlier in your sleep, not sure if it has worked for you but I told a couple of friends and it worked for them one or twice. But im not sure how to explain how I personally controll them just a coincidence I guess.
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I used to belong to this group of Daredevils who would do really freaky stuff. Once, we went to this house and the far edge of town which was "supposed" to be haunted. This was at about 23:30. So, to let me enter the group, I (and a bunch of other guys) had to go inside, ALONE, and shine your torch out of the attic. Now, Jim went up first, so he shined his torch out the attic and they told another guy to go. 7 People had gone, and shined their torch out the attic window, but nobody had come back. We thought they were playing a joke on us, so me and the last guy, went up, and shined our torches. On the way down, I heard a creak in the cupboard to my right. I opened it and I saw 7 bodies, all with their eyes wide open, and I yelled and practically jumped right out of the attic window and into the bushes below. I had no idea what had happend to the last guy, but the others had gotten the hel' outta there and called the police. There were 8 bodies. So, legend has it that people who have gone in have either died, or gone mad. And scince I'm not dead.......
(If you tell this story by word, then a nice loud BOO! at the end, really freaks em out. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->)
try it out find out if he does, then tell us <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
*runs around church, walks inside, looks at body*
*body opens eyes and stretches out its hand*
"Oh, hullo there, how are you doing?"
I thought you could post all sorts of stories in here, or is this only for stuff that has 'really' happened?
Edit: Right, sorry then. Haven't got any 'real' stories, I'm afraid <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo-->
My friends older brother used to see a person in a long trench coat in the kitchen when he was about 6 or 7 years old. Every time he saw him, he told his mother, and his mother would ask why he was here, and what did he look like. Each time, he'd just pretend he didn't hear her. So one day, she (the mother) went down to the the street to see one of her friends who was lived there. Whilst they were chatting, the story about her son seeing a guy in a trench coat came up. And the mother asked whether there were any "bad things" happening at her place. Her friend said that where they were living, there was a mourge, and that the mourge had been demolished and their house was on it. The person her son was seeing was actually the undertaker who had died by killing himself. So, they moved out as fast as they could.
i always win
sometimes though its a draw cause we both cant die.
weird as hell <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo-->
i have an idea lets see who can write the scariest short story <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif'><!--endemo-->
i would like to see some of the forums goers writing skills <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
Sorry about that. :(
At least things have certainly shaped up here. Definately good freaky stuffs.
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Oh and I thought of something genuinely freaky to share, albiet this isn't supernatural. Just odd.
My roomate has a natural X shape in his chest hair. Its very freaky as he goes around w/o a shirt calling himself XMan and acting as if he were a super hero. Scary.
(No, I'm not making this up.)
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It wasn't a game, just a nightmare.
I was back in my hometown for the night, with a bunch of my friends. We were all stone-sober, as I refuse to hang out with someone when they are drunk. So, we go down to this one park, Airport Park. It's off in the middle of feckin no-where, with no lamp posts nearby. We get there, me, Kat, Liz, Robb, Patry or Fat Bastage (yes, we call him that), Tony or Ragin Red (My name for him), Claire, Austen and Josh. So we get there, and me, Fat Bastage, Red and Robb hear this weird slithery kinda sound, like something nearby is slithering/crawling around rubbing against abrasive stuff. Well, I whip out my little pocket knife (2.5" blade) Austen gets his flashlight and we (Me, Robb, Tony, Austen, Josh) start moving forward. We come up to the little Gazebo, where the sound was originally coming from. Kat, Liz and Claire come forward out of curiosity. Tony makes them stay far back because he's a jerk like that. So me and Robb creep forward, because we are the "lurkers" of the group, dissappearing into the night. Aussie, Josh and Tony slowly move forward with us, albeit far back. I find a stick, with a point end and a sharp end. "hmm, useful club/stake", so I take it and give Robb the knife. We move out into the nearby field slowly. Me and Robb are hunting the thing, walking silently, listening for the sound. I duck down and watch something moving near a soccer post. At this point, Kat, Claire & Liz are all back by the Gazebo. Me and Robb advance by leapfrogging (one stays back while the other moves forward,not the real leapfrog). Suddenly I hear a rattle. "sh!t!" is the only thing I think of in the time it takes me to stand up and run. It sounded not like a baby rattle but like the rattle on a Rattle Snake. Everyone high tails it to the cars, because when I heard the rattle...it was getting closer every second. We never found out what it was.
became more scare somehow. If you want to do so, try doing whatever you want
to dream about or think hardly about it. Then change the subject completely
and do something else, Usually this makes your mind bactrack to thinking
about what hapened earlier in your sleep, not sure if it has worked for you
but I told a couple of friends and it worked for them one or twice.
But im not sure how to explain how I personally controll them just a coincidence I guess.
Trying it tonight, maybe I'll finally get laid!
edit: i have nothing scarry to add, i got lost in Houston once, THAT was scarry...
THE END!!! dun dun dunnnnnn