Ogre faced spiders. Imagine one, human sized, suddenly hanging upside down from a tree. On your way home. Just... hanging there, perfectly still, watching you. Spoiler: This might disturb some of you. You've been warned.
When your two-year-old, who is sleeping in your bed beside you, wakes in the middle of the night, practically ejects himself from the bed, sits straight up and turns to you and calmly asks “Mummy, where’s the boy? Where’s the ghost? Where did he go?” Or when threatening messages continue to appear in fog on the windows of your home and when you try to wipe them away, you realize they are in the INSIDE of your home. More than once. Both of these things, I have experienced, and both were absolutely creepy.
My great grandpa used to have this wooden ornament thing that would hang on the wall between the bedrooms. All fine, except carved into the wood was a thin, long, drawn out face that looked like it was screaming. When I look at it now, it always reminds me of the Ents. But that thing was horrifying, and I guess it still is.
Yes! Coming up for 13 years here and no plans to leave. We’ve had several creepy incidents - most involve my kids in some way. Our house was built in 1923 and has quite an interesting history... We still live here because, despite all of these strange and inexplicable incidents, we love it here (and you aren’t the first to ask!). It’s also great material to pull out at parties.
3 things. 1. 13 years? Don't walk under any ladders. 2. Forget its history, that house has an interesting present. 3. I'm not particularly into ghouls and spirits but I'm hoping you're on a different hemisphere to me.
It used to be hearing something go bump at night in our house and I was the only one home at like age 10.
I was getting some air on the deck of a ship once, a winter (night) time North Sea crossing, enough mist about to bring visibility to a couple of hundred feet. Buddies back in the bar, but all by myself I was, on that deck, you know, leaning on the rail, philosophising and absorbing the strangeness of the environment I'd just entered. Picture the abyss, black inky still, ice-cold beyond the flanks of the ship and a turbulent froth behind softening where it meets the fog. Sharing the deck, a huge pallet of concrete pipes, of a diameter that'd wedge me (Augustus Gloop style) should I have been of mind to crawl through them. Anyway (went away from the shudder, back to the warm, and my pint). Early hours and subconscious penetrates my dream. There was I, in a concrete tube, naked, arms wedged tight by my midriff. Some pinged tethers and the tube itself comes loose and rolls from the ship (depth charge style). I'm taken into the turbulence. Cold shock, then darkness, all I can see through the opening of concrete straitjacket is the diminishing light. Down, down. Bass-rumble of the big diesel fades to silence. Sinking, inhaling black water. Horrific, horrific. Cliché jolt awake from nightmare. The most creeped out I've ever been was courtesy of own brain.
I'm all alone in a basement flat, in a double bed, drifting off to sleep, lying on my right side facing the door. It's not completely dark, just a shaft of illumination from the street light through the blinds. An adult body sits down heavily on the bed behind me. I hear it and I feel it, depressing the mattress so that I roll back slightly towards it. I lie utterly still, eyes closed, almost afraid to breathe, certainly afraid to move. Petrified for what seems like 20 minutes, I know she is just sitting there next to me (feels like a 'she', can't tell you why). Then she stands up and is gone, no idea where. Happened to me, just once, still spooks me. I don't think it was a dream.
A TV reporter getting murdered live on screen” by up viral votes, on the internet naming her as a (Mike Hunt)
The creepiest thing I can think of? I dunno. Memories of Joe Namath in pantyhose? I once belonged to an organization that did candlelight cemetery tours at Halloween in the town's oldest cemetery. My ghost character was the first of the evening, so I decided to walk over to where a pal was waiting to do his presentation at the end of the evening. I like cemeteries and was not bothered by walking through this one after dark. The roads are loose gravel and walking on the same makes for a lot of crunching, so it wasn't like I was trying to sneak up on him. As I neared my friend's gravesite, his voice came out of the gloom: "I don't know who you are but you are creeping the hell out of me."
Lol, my mom kept that picture taped up on the wall over the kitchen sink until it turned yellow and brittle.
Movie poster of Uncle Bonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives scared me, even though the content of the movie isn't scary at all (if I recall correctly).
Creepiest thing? I live in Australia, mate. Lots of creepy things here. =P Let's see -- one of the major train stations in my area, late at night (about 10pm). It's summer here, and all the platforms are abuzz with creepy-crawlies -- mostly the blackest, creepiest crickets you've ever seen. What makes this creepier is that they're not exactly abuzz. In fact, these things either crawl on the ground or flutter around the lights -- but not just the lights. Last night, one of them fluttered about and then lunged at my throat. What made it creepier still is that I thought they were cockroaches. *shudder* One person standing nearby had a couple of those things in her hair. She was freaking out too. Ah, the joys of living in the big city. Yep -- life in Australia, where everything wants to kill and/or eat you. Except maybe some of the sheep. So come on down! We'll put a couple of drop-bears on the barbie for ya. Kidding aside, if you really want to be scared, look up "cassowary". Those things are bloody dangerous. They have strong legs and powerful kicks, which they use for defense or to escape from predators -- but of course, that's no comfort if one of them kicks you. One of their toes is fitted with a long, straight, murderous nail which can sever an arm or eviscerate an abdomen. They're also very fast (they can run up to 40 kph (25 mph)). Sure, you can drive faster than that, but can you run faster? Here's some more about these guys: https://scz.org/blog/meet-one-of-the-dinosaurs-closest-living-relatives-the-cassowary .
