I was riding my bike to the library when I was a kid, and I was listening to "For Whom the Bell Tolls" on a radio I had with me. Right when the line, "Take a look to the sky just before you die, it's the last time you will" was sung, the church bells rang from the church I was passing and it scared the crap out of me. Not really creepy, but kinda funny in a way, just thought I would share that.

When I was about 11 or 12, a couple of my friends and I were playing manhunt at the campground we were at. I was hiding behind a rock in the middle of an field, and as I was waiting there, I could have sworn I saw a figure off in the distance with one foot resting on something, much in the same way as the http://happydrinking.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/captainmorgan2.jpg. It appeared to be a man that was wearing a white suit. I watched it for a few moments, then I slowly moved to a new hiding spot. Apparently, some of my friend saw the same thing. We told our parents about it, and they pretty much dismissed us. A few months later, we find out that a child molester was arrested in the same area as that campground, and he was wearing a white suit.

Oh right. Sorry. I left for work before I realized I hadn't actually linked to the picture.
ANYWAY.
http://media.photobucket.com/image/smile%20dog/crazeboy/smilegirl.jpg
Also yes. Yes, the people in my dreams are awesome. Even when they're terrifying.
No, no, scratch that. Especially when they're terrifying. : D



Lawl. Ponies. XD
Ahem. Yes, pretty much. As I told Defaulted, it's less like I'm 'dreaming' in the traditional sense and more that I'm living a synchronized dual life.
Yep. I work for some guy. Mostly little things- information retrieval, fact-checking, assassinations, espionage... you get the idea.
He's a CEO of the megacorporation that governs my dream-city.

"Meet me at the office when you jump" sounds like one of Gary Seven's lines from the Khan Star Trek novels.

One time, I saw a black figure with yellow eyes in my room. I was half awake, half asleep when I saw him. I think it was sleep paralysis. The best part of this dude's visit is that he was checking out my CD rack. He must have liked my taste in music. And when I say black figure, I mean black. He was blacker than the darkness of the room, with a perfectly humanoid shape. I just watched him look through my CDs, and then he turned around and noticed I was looking at him. That is when I saw the yellow eyes, and that is when he disappeared. It was pretty intense.

I live in the country, so if I hear weird wailing noises, it is just coyotes. Or loons.

KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

That remind me of this.... try it.. its creepy.

Stare at the center of the image above for at least 30 seconds. Then look at a blank white wall, or a peice of paper and slowly blink your eyes.
http://www.coolopticalillusions.com/illusions/jesus.gif

Heh heh...


A few years back I was metal detecting at an abandoned farm house. The windows and paint were gone, the wood was beginning to rot, and the yard and surrounding farmland was completely overgrown. I turned on the metal detector and immediately got a strong signal. I moved the detector and the signal hadn't changed. Just for kicks and giggles, I aimed the detector into the air and still got a very strong signal.

All around this abandoned house in every direction the signal beep was at its strongest. I tried turning it on and off to see if it was an error, but it still occured. After going home I tested the detector to make sure that it wasn't broken, and it worked just fine. There was some bad electronic mojo going down at that house, and I still haven't been able to explain it.

I Just tried this and at first I thought I wasn't doing it right but man, that was awesome.

I usually don't remember my dreams. But I do have a vivid recollection of a dream I had when I was 6. I remember spotting the Digimon, http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/4f/Weregarurumon.gif. A wooden fence surrounded us so I wasn't sure if he noticed my presence. The digimon was apparently talking to a girl about something but I didn't hear much of it since I quickly ran past them.

Other than that fascinating dream I occasionally get a few disturbed nightmares. This includes a (human?) slaughterhouse Willy Wonka factory, being in Stephen King's Rose Red, being in the body of a living zombie, and sometimes being chased by a life-threatening figure.

Oh... the smilegirl. I remember her. If I ever saw her anywhere that's not a computer screen, I'd probably die of fright.

Oh trust me, if every muscle in my body hadn't been frozen solid at the time, my scream would probably have shattered every window in the apartment. >.>
Instead, if I recall correctly, I managed a small squeaky noise.
...At which point I realized that I was 'seeing' this thing through my eye mask, and proceeded to http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/deliquesce out of sheer relief.

If you read my post on page 2 then you know whats been going on at my house, but something freaky happened two or three hours ago. I was in the shower when the faucet started going on and off again and I started getting annoyed and sense the ghost hasn't done anything violent so far I said "Won't you [censored] stop it?" next thing I know I'm lying on the bathroom floor.
I'm still really scared about going upstairs let alone the bathroom. :cold:

Tell him "Defaulted says to play nice."

My friends have told me this works, apparently.

Oh yeah, forgot about the dream I had where I look at myself closely in the mirror and my face becomes all demonic. Only dream to ever wake me up.

That picture is [censored] scary by the way.

If it wasn't the mom, maybe it was a prank from someone who was watching you. Someone you or your girlfriend knows. WHO WAS PRANK.

And if that doesn't work, tell him Metro says to knock that crap off before she decides it's time for a beatdown.
Yeah.
You heard me, ghost thing.
Don't make me come over there. >D

Not creepy, but sure as hell not normal. For a 5 year old at least. I would have the strangest dreams, stuff a 5 year old shouldn't even know. I'd classify as Noir almost. I'd be trapped in a vent system or something, Or I'd eat General Electric light bulb or something. This other bit with dreaming still happens, I'd have a dream that happened two years ago, and have the same dream again, not remembering the first dream beforehand.

I also don't have nightmares any more, or dream even. I dream about twice every week.

EDIT: What the hell is trainspotting? I searched it, and something about heoroin, how is that creepy?

Sorry, everyone. But I've had just one person too many asking me about this.

Out of context it's more hilarious than horrifying, but that element is still http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgeDh1WCyeM.

That's why Sub_Tonic was wise not to look at whatever was crawling on the floor.

Oh, I've seen that (parodied, that is). The only thing that's missing is a good ol' fashioned "La la la la"

Okay, this is not so much creepy as it is 'strange and aggravating', but what the hey. I'ma tell you about it anyway.
I have a damp spot in the middle of my bathroom floor.
That might not sound particularly odd to you, but mind you, this is a bathroom that only contains a sink, and cabinets for towels and the like. The bathroom and tub are in a separate room; don't ask me why.
So. The wet spot. It's right in the middle of the floor, nowhere near any pipes (in fact the first thing I thought of was a leak, but no- the floor is dry in every place a leak could logically come from.
It began about as wide as my hands put together, and has been steadily growing for the past couple of weeks. It now covers an area of roughly two feet across (give or take a couple inches). It is not just 'damp', either. The carpet is sodden. Nothing will dry it out- not towels, even when weight is applied; not heat lamps; nothing my roommate and I have tried has worked.
There are no drips coming from the ceiling. It really is water, too- not urine, not juice, not the blood of innocents. Just water. Where the hell is it all coming from. ?_?
Ladies and gentlemen, the wet spot is seriously freaking me out. The last time there was an inexplicable leak, the apartment wound up covered in a quarter-inch of mildew soup.
I am on the verge of calling our landlord, again.

Hrm. Have you tried pulling up the tiling? I'd call the landlord NAO.

There is no tiling, just carpet. And I intend to do exactly that, first thing in the morning (call the landlord, that is).
FFFFFFFFFF.

I dunno. By morning you may start to find puddles.

Point taken.
Calling nao. Excuse me.




EDIT: Answering machine. Why am I not surprised?
I'll try again in a few. Until then... BACK ON TOPIC, YO~

Thank you for the definition. I was actually a bit confused, then, "Hey, its the definition"

Good luck on the floor with the the bladder control problem.