Creepiest Stories
<div class="IPBDescription">Tales of ghouls, ghost, and other things</div> In honor of Halloween which is comming up in a mere 21 days, post your creepiest/scariest story here.
Rules:
Should be true if possible, nothing idiotic or offensive.
My story begins on the night of the Northridge quake, which is where I was living at the time. It was about 2 am an hour or so before the quake happened, I was sleeping upstairs in my room that I shared with my brother at the time and I remember having a bad dream, in it I was standing in front of a small box and this feeling of terror shot through my body, I slowly opened the box and there was a very loud creaking sound, like rusty door hinges. I woke up really scared and I could still hear the sound, it sounded like it was comming from next to the bed so I rolled over (I was facing the wall when I woke up) and saw someone standing in the middle of the room, then I remember looking at the clock and it was exactly 2:15 AM. At first I thought it was my brother, so I called his name, and the thing turned it's head towards me and let out this really low whisper, then it started making the creaking noise again except this time it didn't stop it just kept going "Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee", so I shut my eyes (I was 10 at the time) and felt my bed start to shake, I thought the thing was trying to kill me so I screamed. The bed kept shaking for about 30 seconds and when I opened my eyes my brother was waking up and it was 3:15 AM. When I asked my brother if he was just walking around the room he said he had just woken up, later that night I told him about the weird dream I had and he told me he had the same one except in his I opened the box and a demon jumped out and tore out my heart.
Rules:
Should be true if possible, nothing idiotic or offensive.
My story begins on the night of the Northridge quake, which is where I was living at the time. It was about 2 am an hour or so before the quake happened, I was sleeping upstairs in my room that I shared with my brother at the time and I remember having a bad dream, in it I was standing in front of a small box and this feeling of terror shot through my body, I slowly opened the box and there was a very loud creaking sound, like rusty door hinges. I woke up really scared and I could still hear the sound, it sounded like it was comming from next to the bed so I rolled over (I was facing the wall when I woke up) and saw someone standing in the middle of the room, then I remember looking at the clock and it was exactly 2:15 AM. At first I thought it was my brother, so I called his name, and the thing turned it's head towards me and let out this really low whisper, then it started making the creaking noise again except this time it didn't stop it just kept going "Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee", so I shut my eyes (I was 10 at the time) and felt my bed start to shake, I thought the thing was trying to kill me so I screamed. The bed kept shaking for about 30 seconds and when I opened my eyes my brother was waking up and it was 3:15 AM. When I asked my brother if he was just walking around the room he said he had just woken up, later that night I told him about the weird dream I had and he told me he had the same one except in his I opened the box and a demon jumped out and tore out my heart.
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You can think in your dreams, kinda...; Its called 'Lucid Dreaming'. Its when you realise you are infact dreaming, and therefore can do anything in that world <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> It takes a lot of practice an patience, but its worth it (I've done it a number of times now, lightsabers and flying and stuff is awsome ;p) But when I slowly learnt to do that, Ive started dreaming less and less <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo--> Dunno, it might have been some weird side effect, but that's a different story <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
But.. yeah, no scary stories for me
As far as scary goes, lets see... When I was a little kid I was absolutely horrified (while also being facinated) by aliens, particularly the ever-so-popular "grey" derivitave. Although that was more of a thing of being absolutely terrified to go to sleep every night, but yeah once I finally did fall asleep you can be assured my dreams were full of them. Sucks to not get a good night's sleep for 8 years.
Luckily those stopped around when I was 12 or so. One dream I had that involved demons that I can recall, <a href='http://home.socal.rr.com/kirkkaren/AnimDemon.GIF' target='_blank'>Pinky</a> from DOOM was in my house I had a shotgun during the dream, and the crazy thing is I wouldn't even qualify it as scary as I was kicking some demon **** with it. :D Guess what year I had this dream in.
The last scary dream I had is actually somewhat similar. I had this one a few months ago:
<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->I dreamed I was at my house (not my apartment. Never have bad dreams involving my apartment.. hmmm) and I went to the bathroom late at night. I went in and turned on the light and there was this white/light gray imp-ish demon about 3 feet high is in the bathrom and he kinda growls at me, so I shut the door and am holding it closed. It is of course scratching and trying to open the door on the other side, so I yell for my friend Stephen (I had this dream on a night he had spent the night cause we were LANNing, and my parents were out of town) to come help me as it was about to get out. So Stephen comes and easily keeps the door shut while I go into my parents room and get 2 of my dad's shotguns and also his revolver.
So I get ready and Stephen released the door and I shoot the thing, but it doesn't go down. Stephen, who picked up the other shotgun, also starts firing, and we both fire about 8 shots into this thing before it finally slumps backwards. So its slumped against the wall, lifeless, and so while Stephen is covering me I go into the bathroom a few feet, and just to be sure I put a round from the 357 right in his head at almost point blank range. To my suprise upon shooting it it screams in pain, but it can't move except for its head (and only then just a little). So I shoot it again with the shotgun and get out of the bathroom and Stephen takes a shot. Again the thing isn't moving, but its letting out the worst screech of pain you've ever heard each time its shot. But screams don't hurt none, so we keep shooting it to keep it weak.
I then went to get some more ammo and also called 911 and tried my damnedest to get a SWAT team out there. Of course they only sent one officer, who was very suspicious until he came into the house, saw it, and then he called in the SWAT team himself. So the three of us just keep shooting it about once every 30 seconds or so until the SWAT team shows up, at which point they come in with MP5s and extract Stephen and I. Then the dream ended...<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Other than that, that's it. Nowadays my nightmares consist of more realistic things: Failing class, chicks hating me, etc. Sometimes its more to the extreme (such as a chick hating me so much she stabs me when I ask her out) but other times its so much like reality its just plain boring (such as a chick hating me so much she stabs me when I ask her out).
Sorry to be nitpicky but we've all had nightmares, its alot creepier when it's something real : P
That sounds almost exactly like what I was talkin about, only I get in when I'm trying to take up, not when I'm fallin asleep.
Sorry, doom, but I couldn't help but chuckle when I read that. I can just imagine that happening.
Doom: 'Hey.. Yeah, so, wanna go get a drink, or something?'
Girl: 'NEAARGH! I WILL KILL THE DEVIL WITHIN ALL HUMANS!'
* Girl proceeds to stab Doom in the chest
Doom: 'Argh, mein chest'
its kinda stopped now. it used to happen quite frequently, but it hasnt happened for about 3 months now
Somewhere (can't remember where exactly) here in Finland is this old church. Once, there lived a bishop in the area that claimed that he was a saint and that his body would no decompose or rot after he dies. Nobody believed him, but after the bishop died, they buried him, and after a year or so (can't remember) they dug him up again. And the man had been right: his body was still fully intact and "healthy". They declared him as a saint, put his body in a glass cabin and brought the cabin inside the church, where it now is a tourist sight of a sort.
What's the catch, you ask? Well, the legend has it, that if you run around the church 12 times at midnight, the bishop will wake...
Er... you <i>can</i> think in your dreams, and it's perfectly normal to not be able to wak yourself up inside them.
Somewhere (can't remember where exactly) here in Finland is this old church. Once, there lived a bishop in the area that claimed that he was a saint and that his body would no decompose or rot after he dies. Nobody believed him, but after the bishop died, they buried him, and after a year or so (can't remember) they dug him up again. And the man had been right: his body was still fully intact and "healthy". They declared him as a saint, put his body in a glass cabin and brought the cabin inside the church, where it now is a tourist sight of a sort.
What's the catch, you ask? Well, the legend has it, that if you run around the church 12 times at midnight, the bishop will wake... <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
i heard somewhere that eating a lot of food with preservatives would do that. basically all americans eating processed cheesefood and bologna and whatnot do that.
i never have nightmares =/ the last creepy dream i remember having was an argument with this girl ive got a crush on about what to name our baby, even though we had never spoken in real life.
haha, about a year after DOOM came out i would lie awake at night fearing an imp or cacodemon was standind next to me bed, and if i moved or made the slightest noise they wouldturn towards me, just like in the game, except i didnt have a shotgun or huge fists like the dude in the game! so i would lie there very silent and still till i finally got to sleep about two hours later.
Thats completely normal actually. It just means your waking up mentally before everything else.. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path, right? He wasn't certain of which direction to go, and he'd forgotten both where he was traveling to and who he was.
He'd sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him. She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: 'Now your *third* wish. What will it be?'
'Third wish?' The man was baffled. 'How can it be a third wish if I haven't had a first and second wish?'
'You've had two wishes already,' the hag said, 'but your second wish was for me to return everything to the way it was before you had made your first wish. That's why you remember nothing; because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes.' She cackled at the poor berk. 'So it is that you have one wish left.'
'All right,' said the man, 'I don't believe this, but there's no harm in wishing. I wish to know who I am.'
'Funny,' said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. 'That was your first wish.'<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Yup.
<a href='http://www.faqs.org/faqs/dreams-faq/lucid-dreaming-faq/' target='_blank'>http://www.faqs.org/faqs/dreams-faq/lucid-...d-dreaming-faq/</a>
<a href='http://www.lucidity.com/' target='_blank'>http://www.lucidity.com/</a>
<a href='http://ld4all.com/' target='_blank'>http://ld4all.com/</a>
are three very good resources for lucid dreaming.
My dad told me a story about when he lived in Kiev, in an apartment in the suburban area. The place was set on a hill and at the bottom of the hill was a church. One night he woke up in the middle of the night for no reason and sitting in the chair across the room was a woman, she was dressed in robes and was crying, he said she looked like Mary. He freaked out and ran out of the apartment and stood on the street until morning came, he said when he came back there was no one in the room. He told me this story after we were already in the US and at the time I didn't think much of it, but later I remembered when we were staying in Rome on the way here that there was a night when I woke up and thought I saw a women walk past the door to my room dressed in long robes, the place we were staying in was down the street from a big cathedral.
See like that.
Somewhere (can't remember where exactly) here in Finland is this old church. Once, there lived a bishop in the area that claimed that he was a saint and that his body would no decompose or rot after he dies. Nobody believed him, but after the bishop died, they buried him, and after a year or so (can't remember) they dug him up again. And the man had been right: his body was still fully intact and "healthy". They declared him as a saint, put his body in a glass cabin and brought the cabin inside the church, where it now is a tourist sight of a sort.
What's the catch, you ask? Well, the legend has it, that if you run around the church 12 times at midnight, the bishop will wake... <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
go on then
try it out find out if he does, then tell us
We went to a graveyard on the tour. The tour guide had a flashlight with him, and we were at the entrance to the graveyard. He was talking about the history of the graveyard and the type of people that had died there, when he shined the flashlight through the gate entrance. To everybody's horror, there was a sad-looking woman less than one foot on the other side of the iron bar gate staring at everybody on the tour when the flashlight hit her. The tour guide didn't see what we saw, but he must have figured it out by the expression on our faces because he looked around to see what we were seeing. When he saw her, his flashlight jumped out of his hand. He flashed it back inside the graveyard entrance and nobody was there.
Talk about creepy. I still think the first story was the creepiest though.
In my really old house that we lived in, a house which someone else owned, I slept in this particular room. It didn't have really good heating so we had to use this weird portable furnace that would glow orange and bright red. I was so scared of this thing sometimes, because it would make weird human noises. One night I think I wasn't dreaming, pretty damn sure, I saw my grandma, who by the way is a Christian prophetess, I would know, because she talks to God and Jesus and knows my darkest secrets, and even knew I was going to be born, and etc. Well anyways, it is her right? She is coming in this blueish hue, like a ghost, and she is smiling at me. She slowly approaches me across the bed, pulls out her knife and is about to kill me, when everything dissapears.
Some family friend I know, who travelled up the mountains with his youth group for a "retreat," had a scary experience that I am about to tell you. He woke up in the night, and had to walk like 2 km for a shiat. On his way he heard some noise, anyways he walks towards the outhouse, he gets there and takes a shiat. He gets out and hears a weird demonic voice and some thing in a black cloak, who is abnormally huge, like a werewolf. It calls out my friends name and chases him. The funny thing is my friend, who is a lot older than me, ran the other direction, away from the camp. This thing is chasing after him without a single noise to it, like it was floating on the ground. My friend finnally makes it to a weird abandoned shed and locks the door behind him, the thing is like crazily crashing all over it, like trying to force its way in. The door is furiously twitching and the whole shed is shaking. So my friend gets down on his knees and the holy spirit gave him strength and he uttered a bible voice, which I forgot what it was, and the thing left.
On the dream thing, I had only nightmares all through out high school. But not the I'm late to class, or that sort of thing, mine were always in a region where the rivers were of blood and the trees and cities were made from human bones. I finally stoped haveing those in march this year.