Tell your 'what the heck was that thing?' scary story

[heather112588]

bring forth more stories...i gotta get my fix

 

[Lunachick]

Shortly after my first child was born and I was home from the hospital getting things settled with her - I went to bed totally exhaused. During the middle of the night I "woke" up but couldn't open my eyes. I was totally paralyzed and could not move a muscle. As I was struggling with trying to get up and getting scared cause I couldn't move - a large dark shadowy "person" was hovering over me and pressing down on me. Not touching, but I could feel the thickness in the space above me and that shape not 6 inches over me pressing down. I started to panic and tried to move my head back and forth, meanwhile there was a buzzing sound in my ears and I could almost make out weird sounding words. Well, that did it and I kept concentrating on moving to get the hell out of the situation.

Then I started to feel my legs move and I kicked real hard and then got up. Nothing was there of course, but the feeling in the room was creepy - maybe my fear was floating there. I got up to check on the baby, she was fine and everyone was sleeping.

Later on my twin sister was telling me on the phone about her experience which sounded a lot like my own. I told her you why don't you draw what you saw and I'll draw mine and when we see each other the next day we can compare notes. She came over with her drawing and it was almost exactly the same as what I saw except hers had wild crazy hair around the head.

I've had this experience a couple more times, but not as intense. More curious now then creeped out. Something is out there!

 

[Spookwriter]

My daughter and her friends are convinced that a part of our woods
are an old Indian burial ground. I don't know why--could it be something
I've said?

There are unexplained little mounds, and sunken spots...all about the right
size for a grave. Grapevines, mossy trees...small rock cliff...light underbush
growth, babbling brook...Just the perfect place to scare a bunch of kids.

Not that I would ever do such a thing.

But it's there...

Not so long ago, I found a pile of animal bones, complete. So I carefully moved
them to the burial grounds and "disturbed" a grave....I might of forgotten to bury
the skull...a few other choice bones....and every indian skull certainly looks better with
a headress made of pretty feathers.

I just happened to be with the girls when they found the found my bonepile. One of
them had actually picked up one of the bones before realizing what it was. When the
dirty skull was found these girls were running from the woods. And I mean running...
just as fast as they could.

Being brave once they were safe...they decided to go back to the woods. Bad decision.
The skull had came closer to house...it was found on the trail...it was coming after them
for bothering the grave. The skull followed the girls all the way home..took me a few times
to get it to my daughters window. They had to see this really good...

You know if you tie a fishing line to a skull, you can hide around the corner and make the
skull walk across the deck. Or from the roof of a one story house, you can even make the bones
seem to float in the air...?

That was hilarious to me, but it scared the crap out of the girls. Scared one girl so bad she
went home, wouldn't even stay that night.

So much for my daughters slumber party.

(The parents understood. We're all in the same Halloween corn maze thing. Funny to them too)

 

[Attack Chicken]

That is awesome!

 

[sawmane1]

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Were the twilite music when you need it!

 

[Spookwriter]

Along with my very own indian burial grounds...would you believe I
have my own hobo camp set up?

Those same girls are always trying to catch a look at the hobo in the
woods. He's pretty hard to catch.

But I take care of his camp for him...keep him a little canvas teepee, torn
up clothing from the junk store, sleeping bag. Few odds and ends left laying
around. Just enough stuff moved around that it looks like he's been there.
And if the girls happen to leave something laying outside at night...it's a sure
thing that the hobo will sneak in and steal it.

He's taken doll babys, coloring books...last fall he took her new bicycle.

Her and her best friend snuck in and stold the bicycle back.

The hobo put up a new "No Trespassing" sign....he stold it from our front fence.

They been fighting back and forth now for about two years...my daughter and the
hobo.

(Yes, I can easily put in a bunch of time setting something up. I'm mean...)

 

[Imp]

I

to the great Spookwriter

Imp

 

[Spookwriter]

So my daughter would know that it really wasn't me, the hobo
even steals me stuff once in a while.

He took two of our patio chairs...and old grill...

I was mad. Grabed my shotgun and went looking...fired off a few
rounds, and came back carring my chairs.

 

[Tigerstripes]

Ok, here's another one.
When I was 14 or 15, I was riding my bike and stopped at the local cemetery. Now, I live in a tiny town in the CA foothills that was a boom town during the gold rush and it's majorly haunted and featured on Strange, USA. So, anyhow, stopped my bike and went into the cemetery, I was alone and bored, it was summer. The driveway up to it is probably about a quarter of a mile, and the actual cemetery has old trees surrounding it....like a cage. So, i left my bike at the gate, walked down the driveway and into the cemetery. I was just kind of wandering around, looking at headstones, and eventually wandered into the older part. And when I mean older, I mean 'Born 1791, Died 1857' type of older. So, I was wandering around there when suddenly I felt really cold. Now, it was about 100 degrees outside, so it was very noticeable. And I was standing in the sun. I felt like I was being watched and looked all around, but didn't see anyone. I looked down and saw a shadow on the ground. Now, there weren't any tall headstones around that could have cast the shadow....especially since none of the headstones were human shaped. And it wasn't me, either. It was about noon, so my shadow was directly under me, plus i was wearing shorts and a tank top and my hair was loose. The shadow had a long dress and the hair was pulled back (im guessing, since i didn't see it hanging like mine).
I was really, really scared, and started backing away slowly, saying "stay away from me!" the shadow didn't move. I turned and started running. As soon as i got to the newer part, I looked back. The shadow was gone. I turned and ran as fast as i could down the driveway, leapt on my bike and went home.
I still haven't gone back to that cemetery.

 

[Buugette]

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Don't take this wrong, but you are EVIL... I think I luv you...