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

[GammaPoppyLilyFlutter]

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x2.

x3. That's so incredibly creepy... did the thing have human feet?

Oh yeah, I just remembered. When I was 7 I was a really early riser, so I woke up at 5 and waited until 6 to get out of bed (we were supposed to stay in bed till 6). I remember looking at the window with it's blinds on it and seeing the silhouette of a person. But our house has about 10+ yards of grass and a tree in front of it before the road, so I didn't know how the shadow could have stretched so far. And, since the sun rises in our backyard, the shadow should have been pointed the other way, since my room window faces the front yard.

 

[spacecowgirl]

Ok, I've just read all 46 pages...What a cool thread.

Spookwriter, you are my new hero! A hobo camp??? That is the funniest thing ever!! Makes me want to mess with my kids more.

Greeneggsandham, your story truly gave me chills, and the way you wrote it made me feel like I was there...yowza!!

But the thing about the stick-man on the fence several pages back is stilll freaking me out. What on earth??

I have had a few unexplainable events happen to me in my life, but most aren't quite interesting enough to post here, especially after reading all these amazing stories. One that does stick out in my mind, though, and is truly, at least to me, unexplainable, is this:

One day many years back, I had went over to my Dad's house to clean it. I would do this about once a week or so. I had been there a couple of hours, and was alone. He has this big bookshelf/ entertainment center in his living room, with about two dozen or so hardback, 2 to 3 inch thick, really heavy "History of the World" books on it.

I was walking out of his bathroom and just about to pass his bookshelf when one of the books ejected itself clean off that shelf and landed a good five to six feet away...it didn't fall, it jumped. There was a round glass candy dish on the shelf and I'm assuming the book knocked into it on it's way out, because it was spinning around going ching-ching-ching-ching-chiiiiii-iiing-iiing, for a good 30 seconds or so....Man did my blood run cold. I walked around his house praying out loud...It took me a bit to even go and pick the book up and put it back.

I just can't figure any way to explain how a 3 to 4 pound book could just be spontaneously expelled like that with that much force. The other books were undisturbed.

 

[cat1994]

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I do run to. I walk slow through the twilight checking every one and sometimes just standing there in the dark and listening to the night, breathing deep (one of my most favorite things to do). I check the chickens last and then I head to the house, to do this I have to walk up a tall hill turning my back to a peace of deep woods, I try and walk slow up the hill as I have no real need to hurry but for some reason I can't help but quicken my pace when walking away from that woods, some times I end up at a all out run to get away from it, I have even tried walking backwards so I don't have to trun my back on the woods, (needless to say it didn't work out). I just don't trust it being behind me, sounds wired, but that peace of woods just makes me feel uneasy even in the day time when I walk through it, my boys (Blaze and Dusty my two horses) also are uneasy when in that area of woods and rarely venture there unless forced (I ride them through it sometimes) but everyone can tell they never can relax when in that peace of woods.

 

[GoldenSparrow]

I really like this thread!
but it gives me the he-be-g-bees

 

[GammaPoppyLilyFlutter]

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Maybe it wanted the candy from the bowl?

Or maybe it was a prankster ghost trying to mess with you?

 

[cat1994]

So this story is not really scary but silly.
When I was really lil my sister and I shared a room on the split level between the basement and ground floor, on this floor there is an air vent that was right next to my head when I lay in bed. My dad tells stories of when I would have horrid nightmares about a red eyed monkey trying to get through the vent to get me. According to my mom I would wake up screaming and crying. I would hate sleeping in the bed for fear that the monkey would break out and get me. I would sleep in my mom and dads bed else I wake up with the shakes from another nightmare. My dad running out of patients (and sleep) decided to try something, he put an old shotgun that was missing parts and laid it against my bed telling me that if the monkey showed up again I was to take the shotgun and kill it. Apparently I never had a nightmare about the monkey again. I still have that same shotgun, I restored it to working condition and keep it under my bed.

 

[Moochie]

When I used to have a low to the ground footon as a bed, something weird occured one night. There was a computer desk next to the footon and some books under it. I was resting with my eyes open trying to fall asleep when this creature that somehow glowed in the dark walked across my room and under the computer desk. It looked like a huge spider... But sort of unnatural because of the way it moved. It took big steps in a mechanical way. Really skinny looking. It was white-ish grey. The creature scared me! I had no clue as to what it was and I thought I was seeing things or having one of those super realistic nightmares. I was up against the wall making piggy squeals as it went under the computer desk. Then I quickly got up and turned on the light. I ran into the living room to get a flashlight and I examined under the desk... Nothing there.
I though it must have went under the footon but when I checked, nothing there. I was freaked out and I slept with my mom. Which reminds me of another story.

When I was really young, maybe 4 or 5, I was sleeping with my mom. I opened my eyes while mumsy was sleeping like a log. I could have sworn I saw a bunch of these tiny white spiders emerge from under her and into her hair.. I sat up and woke up my mom and checked through her hair for the danged things. Nothing in her hair.
I wasn't dreaming but I always think of myself as a crazy person.

 

[Moochie]

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Wow! Where was this?

 

[The Chickeneer]

When I was little, my family and I would all take a trip to mexico to go visit family. There was this gigantic freeway we were driving on, an there was some one crossing the street

well of course we had to stop, the cars behind us were like "wat the heck" so we let the guy cross, and when we got to our relatives house, we told them the story, and they said that only the tourists saw ghosts like that, and locals I guess never see anything. I wonder who that guy was, and why only the nonlocals see stuff like this

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[Zinnia-Hen]

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I do the same thing.