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Anonymous !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:22:00 No.9304901 View View Reply Original Report

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Creepy experience thread? Paranormal or not, just share stories that creeped you out.

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One summer when I was about 15, I was home alone watching TV in the living room and I heard a knock on the door. It's kind of unusual to get a random visitor because we live in a small cul-de-sac neighborhood. I got up quietly and looked through the peephole not wanting to be noticed, and I saw a woman with her hands behind her back smiling, waiting for someone to open the door. I didn't because I'd never seen her, and she made me feel kind of uneasy.

I waited til she left then rushed back upstairs to grab my binoculars and watch her. She went around to each house in the neighborhood with her hands behind her back, and I saw that she was wearing leather gloves. It made no sense with the weather and the fact that she was a completely random person in the neighborhood. Not paranormal, but creepy.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:26:00 No.9304917 Report

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Anyone answer the door?

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:27:00 No.9304921 Report

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>>9304917
Nope. I saw her go around to every house and her gloved hands were hidden behind her back the whole time

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:30:00 No.9304929 Report

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She never used them to knock on other doors?

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:30:00 No.9304931 Report

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THEN WHO WAS DOOR?

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:31:00 No.9304934 Report

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THE ORANGES HAD NO SKIN

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:33:00 No.9304936 Report

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>>9304929
No, she did but I didn't see her hand when she knocked on mine, I only noticed the gloves when she went to other houses.

Come on guys, share dem creepy storiez

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:33:00 No.9304937 Report

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maybe she was an alien

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:35:00 No.9304942 Report

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Yeah my car broke down and my fingers are messed up from a fire as a child. Thanks OP for not answering the door I got raped 5 blocks down

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:37:00 No.9304950 Report

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Okay, I'll bite. When I was 5 or 6 we lived in a pretty old house. Every night I would hear the words "mama"... at the time my mum told me it was the girl next door. I was none-the-wiser but when I got my teens my mum told me the whole story. she asked the previous residents if they had ever had this problem, they had. It turns out that if you had a toy garage this "ghost" would live? in this garage. My mum got rid of the garage and never heard it again. We moved our like a year later and a new house has been rebuilt. I wonder if the new residents have the same problem
True story

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:44:00 No.9304977 Report

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I’ve never told this story before, and I apologize if it’s not very well written, I just have to get this off my chest as quickly as possible.

A few weeks ago my mom asked me to go to the store to grab some toilet paper and some oranges. She had just gotten an electric juicer for Christmas, and we both wanted to try it out. I had nothing else to do, so I agreed. I grabbed the car keys and headed out the door.

Ugh, god. I'm having a panic attack trying to write this up, but I guess I can keep going. Give me a minute to regain my composure.

I pulled into the parking lot of Wegmans(a supermarket in the Northeast United States), and I headed inside. I always hated going there because a lot of the deadbeats that went to my high school ended up working the registers. I navigated my way to the produce section way in the back, grabbed some oranges, and made my way to the checkout line.

I loaded the bag into the back of my car, and I was about to drive off when I realized that I forgot to buy the fucking toilet paper! So I got back out of the car and ran inside. I found a ridiculous 18 pack of toilet paper and grabbed it. I figured it would last awhile. As I was in line I heard an announcement over the loud speaker: “Sir there’s something wrong with your car.” I took a psychology class in college so I knew that he was talking to me. I dropped the toilet paper and I frantically sprinted to my car. I looked in the back window and THE ORANGES HAD NO SKIN.

Anyway I started shopping at Target and that shit never happened again even though the oranges dried up on the way home and we didn’t get much juice out of them.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:49:00 No.9304990 Report

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About a year ago. I was on top of my wife Donna, making intense, painful love. When I hear the door open, it was my youngest son Gabriel. My wife was like "leave Gabriel". I quickly replied "no. Let the boy watch. He needs to learn, the way I learned and the way my father did from his father"

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:54:00 No.9305008 Report

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>>9304901
Jehovah's Witnesses. They ARE creepy.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:58:00 No.9305016 Report

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I grew up in an ancient farmhouse, someplace in Pennsylvania. It was an old building, with a few fairly obvious additions here and there. The core of the building, a rather large central room with an impressive fireplace, was well over two hundred years old; other parts were significantly younger, and I can say that my parents did their part in adding to the renovations this home had.

Sometimes, though, age has nothing to do with how scary a house can be to a young kid. The basement was relatively new; it had apparently been expanded in the mid-sixties, with the owner at the time finishing a second room down there. The best way to describe it would be as a pair of parallel rectangles, touching along the longer edge, and separated by a single door.

The original, somewhat less finished room wasn't that bad. The stairs led down to it, and we had a freezer sitting at the bottom of the staircase. It's where we'd always put stuff like ice cream, so I learned to like the times when I'd go down to the basement and grab something from it. We also kept the model train set down there; my dad would tinker for hours on his track set up, getting it to look as nice as possible. He'd teach my brother and I how to make foam mountains, how to paint water, and a whole bunch of other tips I still use today when playing miniatures games.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:58:00 No.9305019 Report

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One day after school i got a phonecall from a friend, i'll say his name is David. I didn't see him at school that day and just assumed he was sick.
Anyway we make small talk for a little while. But i start to notice he sounds kind of strange. Like it wasn't who i thought it was. He sounded kind of depressed and was talking really softly, and it was a bit of unsettling..We discuss god knows what for about ten minutes and eventually i say goodbye because i had shit to do. A few hours later he calls me up again but sounds like his usual self this time. Only he swears to god that he did not call me earlier..i then realized i talked to a complete stranger on the phone and didn't realize it. I still have no idea who that was.lol

It was creepy at the time but now it's just kind of funny to think about.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:58:00 No.9305025 Report

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No, the second room was the bad room. It was all those mysterious pipes and fixtures that, as a kid, I assumed existed only to make weird noises and scare the shit out of me during late nights when I couldn't sleep. There was a big, heavy storm door that lead off to it from the main room; I remember struggling to open it one time when I needed to grab the cross-country skis so that my dad and I could go out one winter day. The room had no windows, and was illuminated by a few poorly-installed fluorescent lights that would always flicker.

It's also where the cages were.

You see, when my family bought the house, my parents were excited at getting such a great deal on it. Then, halfway through buying it, my parents came back from one of the interminable real-estate talks looking annoyed and arguing. My mother still liked the house, but my dad had found something out that he didn't like. Years later, I learned the real reason it was so cheap; the guy selling it had been convicted of animal abuse, and was selling the house to pay off his legal fees.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:59:00 No.9305028 Report

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>>9304977

i saw you post that earlier

>I’ve never told this story before

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 01:59:00 No.9305033 Report

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I didn't know that when I was young. But I did know about the cages. There were six of them, and until I was in fourth grade, we used them for storage. In that dark, windowless room, there were six cages, all along one wall. The first two were normal enough; the concrete was a bit stained, but not horribly so. The next two had pretty bad stains on the floor, stains that wouldn't come out no matter how many cleaning products we used on them.

The last two were the worst. The wire had been ripped open from the inside. Chewed open, by a pair of half-starved dogs looking to get out of that hellhole. Imagine that; no light, locked in a cage, starving, and so desperate to escape that you'd chew through wire and drag yourself through a tiny hole, one that left scratches across your entire body. I don't even want to talk about the stains on the floor there; my parents eventually painted the floors gray to match the rest of the room, just to cover them up.

This room was scary. It was also next to the trains, so my brother and I never went down to play with them on those dark, scary nights where you just spend the whole time feeling nervous and freaking out. Don't go into the basement on bad nights. Don't open the door to the cage room. Don't play with the trains if you're home alone.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:01:00 No.9305038 Report

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It started as a childish superstition, but it grew into a habit as we both got older. We got a dog, a friendly Labrador retriever who loved everyone and would always climb on the couch if he thought he could get away with it. He was a great dog; hell, he helped me get over my crippling fear of dogs, if that tells you anything.

One night, my brother and I were home alone, the parents having gone out for the evening or something. We honestly didn't mind; we had the TV for entertainment, and it's not like we were so young that we couldn't be left alone.

After a healthy dinner of pizza (successfully ordered by my older brother, who was in 7th grade at the time), we were both chilling in the living room, watching cartoons like all well-adjusted middle-schoolers. It was a shitty night out, the wind and rain battering the big glass doors in the living room, and occasional flashes of lightning lighting up the sky. Being the mature guys that we were, we sure as hell weren't scared, and even headed out for a short walk with the dog before settling in for the night.

It really was bad out. You know how the sky sometimes turns weird colors during bad storms? Well, it was a weirdly dark reddish-purple color; I'm not sure what to call it, but all I know is, it was the kind of sky that made you want to stay inside.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:01:00 No.9305041 Report

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Late in the evening, lightning struck something, and a fuse blew in the house. As sitting around without power wasn't that appealing to either one of us, we needed to head down to the basement and hit the fuse box. It was right at the bottom of the stairs, something that wouldn't have troubled either of us on any other night, but let's face it; when you're a kid and it's a terrifying night out, you don't want to go any place scarier than a well-lit room.

We grabbed flashlights and headed to the stairs, bringing the dog with us for comfort. He was relaxed, and acting like his usual self; maybe a little more self-satisfied than usual, because my brother had him on the couch. He came down with us, shoring up our resolve as we hit the fuse.

Relief. The lights switched back on just fine. We both started to head back up the stairs, but the dog wasn't coming. Instead, he was staring at the door to the cage room. His hair was standing on edge, and it looked like he was ready to jump on something. My brother, thinking the dog was just being slow, grabbed for him, but the dog just ran closer to the door, hair still raised, and started growling; a low, menacing sound, coming from the gentlest dog I'd ever met.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:02:00 No.9305045 Report

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The lights chose that moment to shut off. I panicked for a second, but then realized that it must have been another lightning strike. I didn't hear any thunder, which was weird, but whatever. It was pitch black in that basement; no light, and my flashlight wasn't too effective. My brother was standing next to me, and started to say something; probably a joke about how I was so scared.

Suddenly, there was a little noise. Kind of like something was scratching at the heavy door to the cage room. I thought it was nothing at first, until I heard the first thump. It started off fairly light, but then got louder and louder.

*THUMP

*THUMP

*THUMP

The door was practically rattling. It sounded like something big was throwing itself at the door, again and again. Our dog started barking; not the normal kind of bark you get from a lab, sort of friendly and interested, but that deep-throated, fear-triggering bark that dogs sometimes give when something is legitimately wrong. The door was shaking even harder now, the rattling a terrible counterpoint to our dog's frenzied barking.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:03:00 No.9305051 Report

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Suddenly, I heard the sound of that heavy door bursting open, slamming against the wall and sending out a loud crashing noise. My brother bolted upstairs, knocking me over and making me freak out. I saw something in that pitch-black darkness, something that looked like a pair of glowing eyes. Our dog stopped barking, and began to growl; a low, menacing sound that put me on edge even more.

The glowing red eyes started moving towards me. I was paralyzed with fear. It was like looking into the worst moment of your life, over and over again. I knew our dog would protect me, would keep whatever that thing was from hurting me. Or at least I hoped.

The lights snapped back on. I was sitting on the floor, scared out of my mind. Our dog stopped growling and wandered over to me, giving me a quick lick, and then padded up the stairs, apparently satisfied with his work for the evening. The storm door was closed and locked.

Ever since then, on dark nights like that, our dog would get paranoid. He'd wander around, barking at certain doors in the house; especially the basement door, but sometimes at the back door. Occasionally, I'd see flashes of motion, like something was trying to get in. He did this even after we tore out those cages, even after we moved to a different house.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:06:00 No.9305071 Report

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I'm not a superstitious guy, but whenever the weather ends up like that night, I get scared. I lock the doors, leave a light on in the house, and make sure I've got someone with me.

Our dog died not too long ago. He was great, up until the end, and remained the friendliest animal I've ever met. I don't know what I'm going to do, now that he's gone and can't watch out for me anymore.

I've got a few more creepy stories from that house. Not sure if people want to hear 'em, because they're somewhat long-winded, but I lived in a creepy goddamn house as a child, and weird stuff like this is exactly the reason I still have trouble sleeping.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:15:00 No.9305125 Report

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>>9305071
I couldn't stop reading that. Please, more, kind stranger.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:19:00 No.9305139 Report

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>>9305071
If I had read that at night, I'd be srsly scared. Of course, I'm an easily scared girlie but still. MOAR

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:27:00 No.9305177 Report

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>>9305125
>>9305139
Wow, I'm more used to /x/ calling me a fag when I give a bit of writefaggotry, but that may be because I tend to pull out random trips just so that stories are harder to hijack.

A little more history on this old house might help; it was supposedly part of the Underground Railroad, although we could never get any proper historical confirmation for that. Might have just been a random thing someone tried to tack onto it. All I know was that it was an incredibly old house, and it was horrifyingly creepy to live in, especially late at night.

Now, a lot of the stuff that scared me when I was a kid was related to my parents' work. They both had to leave and come back at odd hours in the day, and on occasions, I wouldn't see one of them for a couple days, thanks to the insane hours. I'm sure some people can guess a career based off of that, but I'll just say that hearing the front door creak open when you're an young kid with sleeping problems, recurring nightmares, and oddly good hearing is not good for your mental health.

I've got a few stories that might be interesting, depending on what people want to hear about. That previous one was prepped; working on it as an art project with someone, and while I can't give scans due to her perfectionist nature regarding the art, I have a few other stories that I can tell.

So, lemme know what you wanna hear, based on the little mental titles I've thought up;
>The voices in the barn
>The shady grove
>Tales of the Attic
>The Picture Window
>The Nightmare Room
>The Fireplace

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Huge Faggot !./wkg9gQ.E Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:30:00 No.9305187 Report

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dude. i love you.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:34:00 No.9305217 Report

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>>9305177

The Nightmare Room. Do it. Or the Barn one.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:35:00 No.9305221 Report

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Nightmare Room sounds good.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:41:00 No.9305247 Report

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>>9305217
>>9305221
All right, Nightmare Room it is!

This is actually a story I tend to tell when my brother and I are reminiscing about this old house. We lived there for a decent amount of time, all things considered, and since we were young, a lot of lore sprung up between us. A lot of close friends from when we lived there also know it, mostly because our first encounter with it was during a sleepover.

My brother's room was in the attic. The staircase was a narrow, wooden, and goddamn precarious to a kid wearing socks, so running up it was a bad idea. I can't count the number of times I managed to injure myself on that stupid stairwell, but that's not the point.

You see, the attic was divided in two parts; my brother's room, which was a decently large finished space up there, and the honeycomb of storage rooms, built around the 1940s. The storage rooms were through a door immediately to the right of the staircase, and seeing as it used one of those old-school latches, it tended to creak open randomly.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:45:00 No.9305262 Report

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Dear god, you may have met the infamous crazy handjob woman: she rings bells then wait for people to open the door. If it's a woman, she says she has made a mistake. But if it's a man.........well, she starts making handjobs. Very good ones, too. I know, she got me at least 5 or 6 times, and i'm going to make sure that there'll be a 7th one...

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:48:00 No.9305281 Report

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>>9305247
Go through the door, and there were three or four tiny rooms, most of which were filled with junk. Honestly, it's kinda hard to describe; the door opened up into a little corridor, which branched off into two rooms (see what I mean about the honeycomb?) that people could easily get to. It was hot, dark, and creepy in there, and so we tried to keep the door latched at all times, even putting tape on the door to keep it shut.

Well, one night during a sleepover, things hit the usual 'young kids doing truth or dare' bullshit that you end up doing. My brother, being an asshole, dared me to explore the storage rooms (which had a bunch of shit left over from the last guy) with only a flashlight. I agreed, despite being a huge pussy, and grabbed the shitty flashlight he kept in his room.

Now, I assumed that there were only the two rooms in there, filled with junk. When I was looking around in the dark, I found a door that had been painted over in one of them; there was no handle, so I couldn't get it open, but I knew it had to be interesting, so after completing the room, we all decided to take a look.

My brother grabbed a screwdriver, and after working for a few minutes, he managed to get the door to swing open. The 'room' was barely the size of a closet, and looked like it was meant to hold a fuse box or something. We were nonplussed, so after some righteous video gaming, we all ended up going to sleep, leaving the door to that hidden room open.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:57:00 No.9305317 Report

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>>9305281
None of us got any sleep. Nightmare after nightmare after nightmare, all night long. I can't remember them (hell, it's been years), but that night still sucked. Everyone kept waking up, and my brother, pissed at how he kept waking up, blamed me for finding 'The Nightmare Room'.

The name stuck.

We decided that something had to be up with it when my brother barely slept that entire week. It was worse than when he saw the Exorcist and freaked out, and I got used to chatting with him at two in the morning, watching public access and just avoiding sleep.

Finally, he quietly told me that he thought it was the room. All the dreams involved something coming out of there; a thing made of darkness, that just wanted to smother the life out of him. I was no stranger to recurring nightmares, so I knew how shitty it was to have that happening.

So, one day, we went and tried to seal the door again. No matter what we tried, it would always swing open after a couple of days. We tried everything; painting over it again, wedging boxes in front of the door, even nailing it once (and getting yelled at by our parents for unsupervised use of a hammer and nails). Every goddamn time, it would come open.

The time we nailed it shut, we must have used shitty nails or something, because when we looked at the door when his nightmares started again, they were just sticking in the door, as though we'd held it open and hammered them through, rather than actually nailing it to the frame.

I still don't know what the fuck was up with that room. We moved out about a month after the time we nailed it shut. My brother tried to convince me to actually stay in there for a night, but there was no way I would stand in a pitch-black closet for an entire night, waiting for something to happen.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:58:00 No.9305328 Report

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 02:59:00 No.9305329 Report

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>>9305281
and later that night, a skeleton popped out of it and said "BOO!".

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:00:00 No.9305335 Report

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>>9305317
I realize I was a bit unclear on the timeline with this one; the door was first opened about five months before we moved. It would swing open if my brother didn't explicitly check on it, usually by wedging a box, and the incidents grew more scattered as we tried closing it again.

I know, kind of a lame story with an epic title, but that room scared the living shit out of both of us for a long time afterwards. It's more of a personal horror; that door kept opening, even though we did everything we could to make sure it stayed shut, and I have no idea how it managed to stay shut when it was just painted over.

Any other stories people want to hear? I promise some of them are considerably less lame than this one.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:03:00 No.9305350 Report

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>>9305335
Just dump them all!

But if you want a suggestion, idk, The Shady Grove sounds like /x/ material right off the bat.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:07:00 No.9305374 Report

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>>9305335

MOAR.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:11:00 No.9305393 Report

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>>9305350
Good. That one's legitimately fucked up.

Now, as I mentioned, this place was an old farmhouse, and so stood on a fucking huge property. We'd fenced in about an acre so that the dog could run around without us having to watch him, which was a huge summer project when we first moved in when I was maybe . . . seven, I think? Fun project, all things considered, even though my 'contribution' was nailing up some of the wire netting after my dad drove in the fenceposts. It was good family bonding time.

Outside of the fence was one of those forests that were typical of Pennsylvania, bordering on what I'm pretty sure was a swamp. There was a lot of cool places back there, and I would explore back there with friends, building forts and shit in the woods. You know, kid's stuff.

About a mile back, somewhat off of the property, was a little clearing in the swampy forest, near a creek. I first found it while dicking around in the woods, looking for interesting stuff to build yet another random fort back there with a friend. There was a little grove of sick-looking trees, with an old, rusted lawnmower sitting under them.

The first thing about that grove is that it was dead silent, except for the sounds of the creek nearby. It's kinda hard to explain the feeling there, but you know when it's about to storm, and you feel a whole bunch of pressure? It was ALWAYS like that, and weirdly dark, despite the fact there shouldn't be enough trees to make it that dark.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:11:00 No.9305397 Report

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>>9305071
Dogs are real fucking bros. Love dogs.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:18:00 No.9305426 Report

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The dog hated going out that far, and he especially hated that grove of trees. He would always get pissed off and try to run away when we went to that area, so it wasn't exactly a frequent stop-off.

One night, a friend and I decided to go camping on the property. I wanted to put the tent near to the house, but he really wanted to head out pretty far in the woods, and so we schlepped everything out there, along with my brother and a couple of his friends. After wandering around, we ended up near that grove; it was the driest piece of ground around, and seemed decently sheltered from the rain.

After we managed to get a fire started and night started falling, we were definitely feeling a little creeped out. That heavy feeling wasn't going away, and the grove was beginning to creep me out. I kept seeing motion at the edge of my vision, all coming from the grove. Still, it was dark, and it would take forever to head home if we wanted to change where we were camping.

Not to mention it was darker than it should be. Seriously, it was practically pitch black in that clearing, despite the fact it was a fairly nice night out. I decided to take a leak, and stupidly went to that grove of trees for privacy. As I walked towards the trees, I immediately felt really goddamn uneasy. This was quickly changing from 'fun' to 'what the fuck are we doing out here', and I did not like it.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:18:00 No.9305428 Report

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>>9305393
You should totally do the Picture window next

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:22:00 No.9305439 Report

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As I was taking a piss, I started hearing something. It was like a weird whispering, coming from further on in the woods, right past the weird grove.

Now, I'm never going to forget that fucking whispering. It was creepy as shit, sounding like 'come closer, come closer' whispered over and over again by something. I had no idea if it was real, but I was freaked out, and so hustled back to the camp.

The other guys were still cooking, and as we settled down, my friend went over to the grove to follow my example. After a minute, he came BOOKING back, yelling at us to cut it the fuck out and stop messing with him. As he staggered back to the little circle of light, he asked which one of us was hiding in the woods and making noise to mess with him.

All of us were at the fire. As he calmed down, he told me that whichever one of us was hiding back there, telling him to 'come closer' was going to get their ass kicked. I was suitably freaked out, and so opted to finish dinner and get in the goddamn tent, for what little protection it would provide.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:28:00 No.9305475 Report

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MOOOAR

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:31:00 No.9305489 Report

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TOUCH

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:32:00 No.9305492 Report

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That night was one of the shittiest ones of my life. We kept hearing whispering coming from outside the tent; 'Come closer' was frequently repeated, and it was not helping the weird silence that was around the grove. My friend, who was considerably more level-headed, insisted that it was just the wind, and so we settled in, trying to ignore it.

As it got later, the whispering got louder, and more sounds started filling the night. For a little while, it sounded like somebody was crashing around in the woods a little ways off, and we'd hear weird snapping noises, like somebody was breaking branches that sounded like they were right on top of the tent.

Every time we checked, there was nothing out there. Believe me, all of us were checking, and I doubt we were all fucking with each other.

Around midnight, I was at my wit's end, and needed to go take a fear-piss. Mustering up my courage, I went out of the tent, and promptly decided that it was a bad idea.

Standing in the copse was a vaguely human figure. I couldn't make out any details other than the fact it had no hair, and was smiling waaaaay too widely to be human. It looked right at me, and smiled widely, beckoning me closer. I promptly screamed like a bitch and ran back to the safety of the tents.

Everyone else stormed out, and asked what the fuck was wrong with me. As I stuttered and tried to explain what was going on, they looked at me like I was crazy as I tried to explain that I'd seen something.

I didn't sleep for the rest of the night, because things were insanely tense. Everyone was jumping at little sounds, and there was some shit that no one could explain. Like how someone inside the tents would swear that there was a raging windstorm going out outside, but no one else would hear anything.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:33:00 No.9305499 Report

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We headed home the second it got light out, and I tried to never go back to that area of the woods. My friend still jokes about 'that creepy fucking place in the woods', and I never quite figured out what the fuck was going on out there.

It was still creepy, and I got dragged there by my friend on occasion. Tried doing the ouija board thing out there once, which is where another story picks up. I'll start typing that one up in a couple of minutes; I really should have written these out beforehand.

>Next story; The Picture Window

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:35:00 No.9305507 Report

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>>9305499
Oh man, I can't wait!

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:35:00 No.9305509 Report

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>>9305492

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:49:00 No.9305570 Report

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bump

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 03:58:00 No.9305603 Report

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Okay, may be a bit sporadic with this one; trying to type it up as fast as possible, but I've got dinner on the stove, and I'd like to avoid fucking it up too badly.

So, it was a wonderful time; I'd just gotten into high school, and started showing an interest in females. Parents were gone for the weekend, and through the use of careful disinformation and knowing a guy with a car, I had a few friends over, including a chick I was courting at the time.

Being stupid high-schoolers, we somehow got on the topic of 'creepy stuff that has happened in life', and thus over to ghost stories. Probably said something about my taste in women at that age, because goth chicks were 'interesting', but it was the best a nerd like me could do, and she was decently cute.

I told a few of the stories of the old house, and she decided that trying to hold a seance out in the woods would be a great idea. Now, being a hormone-addled adolescent, I saw this as a chance to make out in the dark woods when she inevitably freaked out, and overrode my usual insane fear of that particular area.

We trooped out, Ouiji board in hand. Aside from myself and Spooky, there was my friend (who was there for the Shady Grove campout) and his girlfriend. We went into the woods, and found the spot again. Both of the guys remained freaked out when we got back there; it was a creepy-as-fuck experience, and I sure-as-fuck didn't want a repeat.

The only change after all those years was that the lawnmower had rusted out even more, and there were some random bones scattered around. Animal, but still creepy. Laughing at our obvious discomfort, we were teased by the ladies, and soon sat down to fuck with the Ouija board.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 04:01:00 No.9305624 Report

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>>9305603

Did you stick it up her pooper?

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 04:05:00 No.9305636 Report

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We lit a bunch of candles, and set them around the board, with the girls giggling at how we were freaking out. The oddly heavy sensation was still there, and while I couldn't hear any whispering, I assumed it would be back.

So, we all sat down, and started fucking around. Nothing too interesting; mostly steering the pointer to say stupid stuff, but pretty soon, we started actually getting freaked out. Finally, Spooky and my friend's girlfriend were the only ones at the board, while my friend and I watched, trying to control our fear.

They asked some stupid question about 'Where to go in life' or something like that, and then put their hands on the pointer, or whatever it's called. It slowly spelled out "Come closer", which immediately had my friend and I freaked out.

You see, that's part of the story we hadn't mentioned. We just said that there was 'fucked-up whispering' during the night.

They giggled at the weird non-answer, while we told them that we had to leave NOW. All the candles blew out at once, and things felt horrible. I grabbed Spooky, my friend grabbed his girlfriend, and we booked it through the woods, tripping a lot.

When we made it back to the house, the girls were pissed off at how we'd freaked. Finally, we told them the whole story, and they started freaking out and demanding to go home. Being obliging, my friend did so, and our chances were clearly ruined with them, and he opted to spend the night, drowning our sorrows in video games and the occasional pinched beer.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 04:11:00 No.9305672 Report

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Now, I don't know if I've mentioned this, but the game console was in the attic, in my brother's room. We had an old TV up there, hooked up to an N64, and decided to play some damn Goldeneye to try and keep from going nuts. He was out doing whatever it was he did back then, so we had the attic to ourselves.

Near the TV, however, was a gigantic window, facing out over the yard. I hated the damn thing, especially on nights with a really bright moon. There were always weird shapes moving across the lawn at night; probably deer, but sometimes, I just didn't want to know, and tried to avoid being up there late at night. I still don't know how he slept up there all the time, but that's how life goes, I suppose.

While we were sitting up there, bitching about women in general, there was a gigantic thump against the picture window. We both jumped, and looked to see what the hell was going on.

There was nothing out there. No trees to hit the window, no stunned birds on the ground . . . nothing. It was eerie how still the yard was. We were both getting a little freaked out, but we settled back into gaming. About ten minutes later, there was another loud thump, coming from the window.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 04:17:00 No.9305705 Report

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Both of us looked out, and saw a figure standing in the yard. Same one from the grove; I'll never forget that creepy fucking thing.

It looked right up at us, and smiled.

Then, there was another gigantic crash, and a bunch of cracks appeared in the window, like something had been thrown at it. We both freaked the fuck out, and ran downstairs, turning on every light that we could and holing up until morning.

It was creepy as shit, and we didn't imagine the cracks; my brother was goddamn pissed at us for cracking the windows when he got back the next day, and refused to believe that we hadn't done anything.

That window always freaked me out, though; I'd see weird shapes and shadows flitting across it during those late nights I spent hanging out with my brother, watching Midnight Run and bullshitting. I know things are a bit fractured at this point, but I really can't say much more than 'vague, creepy things' without making up a bunch of things. Those events of seeing weird things out of it happened enough that they just didn't really stick; it's only when things got threatening (like that night) that I really had them stick in my mind.

All right, I have food. Lemme know what people want to hear next. I'll post up a rough chronology at some point, so people can know vaguely when things occurred.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 04:19:00 No.9305717 Report

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>>9305705
what r u eating?

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 04:24:00 No.9305740 Report

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>>9304901

I wanna hear >The Fireplace next.

And thank you, I'm really enjoying these stories.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 04:26:00 No.9305749 Report

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>>9305740
And I as well. I guess I came to /x/ at a good time.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 04:31:00 No.9305769 Report

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>>9304901
Leather gloves?
Fucking OJ had a sex change and a crackerplasti!!!!!

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 04:33:00 No.9305777 Report

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>>9305740
This.

These are great, keep going!

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 04:33:00 No.9305780 Report

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>>9305717
Döner kebab.
>>9305740
Coming up next. Just letting people know I'm gonna finish these stories.

Rough chronology, by the way;
>The Fireplace
>The Shady Grove
>The Hound
>The Voices in the Barn
>Tales of the Attic
>The Picture Window
>The Nightmare Room

I've also got some less-exciting tales about shit in the wilderness and recurring dreams, but this is a thread devoted to this particular house and the creepiness that surrounded it, so I'll keep it to that.

Next story in a couple minutes; gotta eat and transfer some files.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 04:47:00 No.9305867 Report

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>>9305780
>this thread has received 1 of 4 requests needed to trigger archival.

make it happen.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 04:48:00 No.9305873 Report

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What i keep seeing when you say it smiled.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 05:06:00 No.9305973 Report

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Is a Nigga Gunna post?

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 05:12:00 No.9306018 Report

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Do we get to hear the fireplace story?

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 05:13:00 No.9306030 Report

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>>9305780
>Voices in the Barn

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 05:14:00 No.9306038 Report

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Drawing up the floorplan of the place, color-coded by the rough date of the additions and such. I'll start with the basement, and then go on to do the rest of it. Might make the stories a little easier to understand. Scale is gonna be off, so don't take it too seriously; it's just the rough layout.

Sorry for the delay, cat decided to puke, so I decided to get some cleaning done before continuing. Much as I love writing this stuff out, real life concerns are important.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 05:26:00 No.9306096 Report

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So, the Fireplace.

This happened right around when my family first moved into the house. I was very young at the time, and seeing as we'd just moved out of a house where I shared a room with my older brother, I was glad to be able to choose a room for myself in this seemingly gigantic house.

I got to take a room on the second floor. The layout was a bit odd; it was a divided room, with a fireplace occupying one wall. My parents warned me that I shouldn't try lighting any fires in it; apparently, it was one of the older rooms, and the chimney had been knocked out to make room for an addition.

It was a creepy fireplace; it was made entirely of cast iron, and always seemed to have a bit of ash in it, despite the lack of anything being burned in it. The flue still worked, but it was totally bricked up after about a foot.

I didn't like that fireplace, but no matter where I put my bed, I'd have to look at it while I was sleeping.

(Picture explanation; gray boxes are the dog cages, green is the stairs. This is the basement layout.)

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SpaceTime !ap5RmzYyBA Wed 11 Jan 2012 05:28:00 No.9306111 Report

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 05:37:00 No.9306176 Report

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After about a month, I started having nightmares involving the fireplace. I was scared to sleep alone in my room, because in the right light, the whole thing seemed to change into a gaping mouth. I remember the having the same dream, over and over; the fireplace, covered in white and steaming slightly, would draw me closer and closer, until I ended up inside of it and it slowly crushed me to death.

Believe me, this kind of thing was pretty horrible for a kid that young to experience night after night. I was a wreck, but my parents didn't really think too much of it.

Finally, one winter day, I woke up and looked over at the fireplace. It looked exactly the same as it had in my dream, and I freaked the hell out.

My dad explained it to me; apparently, if you leave the flue open, an old fireplace like this would get covered in frost during the night, and I shouldn't worry about it. The only problem with his explanation is that A) the flue was closed and B) This fireplace didn't even connect to the outside.

Despite how warm the house was, the frost stayed on that all day, until it was time to go to sleep. I refused to sleep in my room that night, eventually falling asleep in the living room.

(Layout of the first floor; red bordered room is the original farmhouse, the rest are additions added later. Yellow is doors to the outside, green is staircase up, gray is staircase leading down to the basement)

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 05:46:00 No.9306240 Report

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Bump.

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 05:46:00 No.9306244 Report

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>>9306176
I think you should write a book about these experiences you've had and then it should be made into a movie. Really enjoying the stories.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 05:46:00 No.9306255 Report

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I woke up that night standing in front of the fireplace in my room.

I've never had a history of sleepwalking. Never. It was one of the scariest moments in my life, if only because it corresponded with my dreams.

I started screaming my head off, and my parents rushed in, confused to see me standing in front of the frost-covered fireplace. The room was maybe 10 degrees colder than the rest of the house, and everyone in my family was suitably freaked out.

This pattern continued for about a week; I would refuse to sleep in my room, and wake up standing in front of the frost-covered fireplace. My family assumed I was just acting out because I thought my brother had the better room, but I knew it was because of that goddamn fireplace, and I was adamant.

Finally, my dad, annoyed by what he believed to be heat loss, had an inspector in. He couldn't explain why the room was colder; apparently, there were no obvious leaks in there, and the fireplace was behind perfectly fine insulation.

We bricked up the fireplace about a month later; it still freaked me out, but that goddamn mouth couldn't get me anymore. It seemed to solve the heating problem, at the very least, and I never had any problems with sleepwalking again.

(Second floor layout; green-bordered rooms are bathrooms, red is the fireplace. Other meanings are the same as other little maps; sorry for the shitty scale, and I can explain any of the weird stuff if necessary.)

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 05:48:00 No.9306263 Report

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>>9306244
The first story is being illustrated right now. Setting up a website for it; the artist is doing some creepy stuff with charcoal, and we're hand-binding the book. I never intend to sell these stories (or any other creepy stories that I tell), but I like scaring people.

Gotta run for some shampoo. I'll resume with Voices in the Barn, and post the layout of the attic.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 05:50:00 No.9306285 Report

Quoted By: >>9306413

we gotta archive this.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:01:00 No.9306379 Report

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I've posted this story before, but here it goes.

One day I'm lying on my couch petting my dog. I used to have 2 dogs, but one passed away. (the two grew up together, they got along like they were family) Anyway, there I am petting my dog (who wasn't wearing a collar at the time) when all of a sudden I hear the distinct jingle of a collar. As if a dog ran over towards me. The dog I was petting suddenly perked up and started wagging her tail and staring at a space in my carpet. No idea what was going on UNTIL I turned to the clock.

It was the SAME time, SAME date that my first dog had died on a year before. And the dog I was petting? Staring at the first dog's favorite place to lie down. It brought tears to my eyes.

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Me !FFcH33HShI Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:03:00 No.9306396 Report

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When I was 19 I drank moonshine mixed with absinthe and weed. Just chugged the bottle of it. I fell asleep about 40 minutes later and had the most brickshittingly terrifying dream of my life.
In it I was in my old middle school at dawn with snow on the ground outside. It must have been about half a foot deep. From above, the middle school looked like a letter c with a large building below and attached to it. Anyway connecting the two ends of the c on the second floor was a clear glass tunnel I guess. Walls, floor and roof solid plate glass. The tunnel was not there in real life.
I was standing in the tunnel, staring out at the snow, tapping the glass. To the pied piper. After maybe an hour of just tapping on the glass, the glass became I dunno... Like wobbly and viscous like jelly. I poked my finger through it and it was jelly. It was rubbery and cold and damp and the surface wobbled. Despite it appearing half an inch thick my entire arm was engulfed in it.
Then I noticed that the sky was purple and the glassjelly shattered. A windowpane maybe 40 foot wide just snapped into four pieces which floated away and spiderwebbed and then shattered on the ground.
And then I noticed the sky was purple and the pane of glass was back with a missing jagged triangle where my arm had been.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:04:00 No.9306413 Report

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>>9306285
Seconded

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:13:00 No.9306488 Report

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The Greatest American Bump

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Me !FFcH33HShI Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:16:00 No.9306509 Report

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Then I walked away. The other panes of glass where I had not touchedweregoldandjuldardandbrosmaandvedren, like when a texture doesn't load on a video game and the error handler picks up something and you get blackandparadagandwesnigandvvakandppppppopandblue.
Then I noticed the sky was alakakakakv'm and I was back about the shatterjellyglass pane. And I looked forward, and there was my middle school. And I looked left, and I saw all the angles of the IT rooms. And I dare not look back behind me at me at me who was not and was me.
Then I noticed the sky was purple. And I looked left at the path to the science rooms and walked down towards them. And as I approached I felt a feeling of bigness. Like I could be told a large number and visualize it. So I aimed my beam cannon which I somewhere had and used the wave beam to destroy the windowpanes as I walked.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:21:00 No.9306536 Report

Quoted By: >>9306571

true story:

when i was 9 years old and playing in my room, i heard my dad calling me from the kitchen. so i went there, but when i was near the living room a hand grabbed me and pulled me in. it was my mom, and my dad was with her. she said "dont go there, we heard it too"

creeped the fuck out of me

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Me !FFcH33HShI Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:26:00 No.9306566 Report

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The last windowpane at my left overlooked the emergency exits from the drama theatre. It was a stubborn one, so I fired the wave beam at my reflection out into the tarmac. It only destroyed a small jagged triangle so I fired again and again. At some point the deer cat that keeps changing everytime I remember walked up to me. It was black, dripping ink into airness around it, and its hooves with jaws but no mouth opening skid along the tile to me. It said a thing I won't remember, and hatted off out of my vision.
Then I noticed that I had kept noticing and unhadevernoticed that the sky was

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:27:00 No.9306571 Report

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>>9306536

older than the internet itself

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Me !FFcH33HShI Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:36:00 No.9306625 Report

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And then I was sitting lotus facing away from the last window and standing up at the same time. And then the same catdeer ran past left to right, chased by people I won't who said things I won't remember. And then I was in my bedroom, lying on the bottom bunk except it is a desk lying on the top bunk. And I stand up off get down off bed. And oh god it hurts. And the thing it runs up the thousands of floors and the thing it runs up the stairs to my room and it has the sleek ap of you
it still Hurts.

Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:39:00 No.9306641 Report

Quoted By: >>9306647

>>9306566
>>9306509
>>9306396

Shut the fuck up. Nothing in this rambling mess is even close to coherent or interesting. Nobody cares about your lolsorandumb dreams.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:40:00 No.9306647 Report

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>>9306641

what this anon said. i want to hear more from the owl king, not about some dumb dream.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:46:00 No.9306682 Report

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When I was 6 I lived in Toronto, a few blocks from Queen Street. My brother and I were playing marbles down in the parkade, which was creepy as fuck. When it was time for dinner he fucked off upstairs to the apartment and left me to pick up the mess. I was on my way to the elevator when I saw a giant face on a pillar, from floor to ceiling. It was looking right at me.. I didn't have a clue what it was, but it scared the shit out of me and I ended up freaked out and crying as I ran to the elevator.

It's pretty obvious no one believed me when I got home. My mom told me I was seeing things, and my brother never saw it on his way by. At the time I figured my mom must be right, and that I must have imagined it.. But I must have had a hell of an imagination because I remember it vividly even though it was over 20 years ago.

Has anyone else ever seen anything like that? I've yet to find anyone with a similar story, so I have no clue what it was.

Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:46:00 No.9306684 Report

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refresh
thread is dead?
nope
thread overrun by idiots..
where is King of Owls?

Me !FFcH33HShI

Me !FFcH33HShI Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:46:00 No.9306685 Report

Quoted By: >>9306709

And it is scared. It wants me to help me because it took the sleek ap of you and I don't know what it is or what it is and I can't stop it and I want to die just to stop but the sleek ap of you has been taken by it and I don't know what it is or what is is or what what is or what or is just make it stop. And for and infinite amount of time lasting a microsecond my optic nerves KNOW
And then I woke up. But the I is crying and screaming. Certainly it was, knifing away the terror. Discreetly fleeing the house it had always lived alone in. Excusing the seeing colours that don't do do do yes they do exist.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:50:00 No.9306697 Report

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>>9306566
>>9306509
>>9306396

shove off, you're ruining the possibility of a thread archive.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:51:00 No.9306709 Report

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>>9306685

cool story bro, no one is interested.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:51:00 No.9306712 Report

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Once, when I was a kid, I shut the fuck up and waited for Owlmandius. Everyone was happy. The end.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:52:00 No.9306718 Report

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All right, back from errands and enjoying the wonders of sitting on a couch watching Equilibrium with some company, so I'm going to keep this a little short because I've got more interesting stuff to do than write about my goofy past on 4chan (GASP).

The Barn was nothing more than a weird ruin, half collapsed. It was half-on our property, near the border of what we owned and the forest; not sure why, exactly, but I knew it acted as a marker for where my brother and I could go unsupervised for a while.

There was nothing especially creepy about it when I first went there with my brother, exploring the property not long after we'd arrived. The creepiness started later, when we were out searching for the dog on one of the nights he hopped the fence and started enjoying the hell out of running around.

We were out near sunset, and ended up near the barn in our random searching. It still looked pretty shitty, all things considered, but something about the half-light of the time made it look a bit foreboding. My brother thought the dog might have gotten in there, so we had to look around inside the stone base of it.

As we were exploring, I heard something that sounded like a muffled voice coming from one corner of the barn. Having been scared to death by random voices that I heard while in these woods before, I chickened out immediately, but my brother went.

The moment he set foot in the corner, we both heard a man's voice yell "LOOK OUT". My brother jumped when he heard it, and then disappeared.

(Map of the attic; Red-bordered room is the Nightmare Room, yellow is the picture window, and grey is the stairs downstairs. I'll toss up a picture of the whole property with my last post.)

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:54:00 No.9306733 Report

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let us archive this shit iancurtis

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:54:00 No.9306736 Report

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I used to see stuff when I was about 12 that I was convinced were ghosts at the time, not so sure anymore though. They probably won't be that creepy to anyone else, but they freaked me right the hell out when they happened, so here goes.

The first time I saw a "ghost" was a couple months after my dad died. I don't see them anymore, so now I think the "ghosts" were just my head being messed up from grief. I was walking by my sister's room and saw a cat run in and go under the couch. It wasn't supposed to be in there so I went in to get it so I could close the door. I turned on the lights and looked for the cat, but couldn't find it anywhere. I was baffled because I was so sure I had seen it.

Another time when I walked into a room, at a glance I saw three cats. I was certain I had seen three, but my family only had two cats. When I looked back I just saw two.

Then another time, one of our cats was sick and refused to move from the couch in the basement. For some reason he'd only get up to eat when someone came down to visit him, otherwise his food would be left untouched. I slept on the basement floor for a few weeks until he got better, during which time I saw the weird ghost cat thing more often than I ever had, almost every night. One time I was laying on my side and there was a bit of light from the TV, and suddenly this cat came from behind and its face was hovering right over my head. I turned over wondering why my cat had come over to me, since he hardly ever moved from the couch. The thing disappeared as soon as I turned over, and my cat was still asleep on the couch.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 06:59:00 No.9306774 Report

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Now, at this point, I was freaked the fuck out. My brother had just disappeared, and some dude was yelling at us. I looked around frantically trying to figure out where that guy was, but I didn't see anyone.

Then, I heard shouting; my brother was still alive, but injured. He'd fallen into an old storage room under the barn, and thought his leg might be broken. He was freaking out, and told me to go get help.

Now, while I was gone, he said he heard someone talking to him. I don't know if it's true or not, because he's my brother and loves fucking with me like that, but he said a man told him that he'd screwed up, and needed to get out of there. He couldn't see the guy, but carried on a short conversation.

The man's voice got increasingly more threatening, but my brother never saw him. By the time I got back, he was scared witless, and when we fished him out, he wouldn't stop telling us to "find the guy who was threatening him". There was no one around, and we didn't see anyone near the barn, even though he was apparently talking to my brother until the moment I got there with my dad.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 07:01:00 No.9306783 Report

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>>9306736

Occasionally I'd see people as well, they were like completely black silhouettes. I thought I was seeing my dad's ghost. The cat ghost thing was also like a silhouette, but since both my cats had dark fur I would easily mistake it for one of them. Anyway, this all probably sounds stupid to anyone else, but the reason it freaked me out was because it happened so often and at first I would think that what I was seeing was real. Sometimes the person "ghost" would make me think there was a stranger in the house until it disappeared a moment later.

And one unrelated one, once when I was sleeping on the living room couch one of the plants kept rustling loudly every once in a while, like someone was stepping through it or walking by it. Every time I would turn on the lights to investigate, and neither of the cats were around and there were no windows open to blow wind, so I'm still not sure what that was about.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 07:06:00 No.9306822 Report

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Owl, I hope you are copying all these to publish them.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 07:07:00 No.9306830 Report

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Now, my brother isn't someone to let something like this die. After we figured out that he'd just sprained his ankle in the fall, he wanted to go back and find that man. It was dark out, so we decided to do it the next day, simply because it would be dangerous to explore a hole-filled barn without good light.

The dog stopped back home, soaking wet and happy from some random creek, and I thought things were done for this particular adventure.

That is, until my brother dragged me out there with him the next day, limping along and carrying some flashlights. We got back to the barn, and looked at the area where he'd fallen in; it was some sort of old root cellar or something.

We carefully climbed in, making sure that we could get out, and took a look around. It was small, damp, and full of random shit; it was a wonder that my brother hadn't died by falling on the big pile of rusty metal not three feet from where he had landed.

The oddest things we found were a large, rusty hook suspended from one of the rafters, with a man's coat hanging from it. It was unbelievably creepy. We eventually found the way up, a trapdoor in the ceiling, and got the fuck out of there.

Ever so often, we'd hear odd voices near the barn; usually, it was a couple people arguing, although the voice that my brother heard apparently recurred several times. We finally tore the thing down and filled in the cellar when we were selling the property, which means that barn no longer stands.

It was a creepy fucking thing, to say the least.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 07:14:00 No.9306863 Report

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Bump, I'm loving these stories Owl.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 07:19:00 No.9306895 Report

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bump for great justice

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 07:20:00 No.9306906 Report

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>>9306830
Where was this house?

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 07:21:00 No.9306910 Report

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My parents' bedroom door is always locked when they're out. One night while I was alone, after walking past it multiple times(it was closed and presumably locked), the door was open.As soon as I noticed it suddenly slammed shut really loudly.
That's the only creepy experience I've had, but it still freaks me out.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 07:22:00 No.9306914 Report

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>>9306910
Oh yeah, and the door was locked when I tried it after.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 07:24:00 No.9306929 Report

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All right, final story for me.

The attic, as previously mentioned, was a creepy place at times. My brother's room was there after he managed to finish the entire room, with the help of my dad; it involved a lot of work getting the entire room sanded, stained, and otherwise made more livable than it once was.

During this process, it was common that we'd hear weird noises coming from the attic. As I mentioned previously, the staircase leading up to it was narrow, slippery, and hard to climb at times, so if you heard something while working up there, you'd better hope that it's only your imagination.

I've talked about the windows, the storage rooms, and that odd hidden room in the back that never seemed to close. I may as well talk a bit about the finishing process, and the weird stuff that happened up there.

First off, tools would randomly move while we were out of the room. This wasn't minor stuff like a few screws disappearing, either; stuff like an entire cordless drill would be gone for days, only to reappear in the same spot we'd left it.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 07:30:00 No.9306961 Report

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>>9306906
Pennsylvania. I haven't lived there for about twelve years, so I have no idea if it's even still around.

Other oddities of the attic involved strange lights coming from up there before we had it finished. Occasionally, we'd see flashes of light up there while walking the dog out in the yard.

The thing that stopped me from working up there for about a week was when I was home alone, and had to walk the dog for the afternoon. As I was traversing the yard, making sure he didn't bolt like usual, I happened to look up, and see into the big picture window.

There was a man standing there. I can't describe his features or any shit like that; it was just a guy, wearing a coat and a hat, staring out at me. He didn't acknowledge that I existed; just stared out of the house, looking around.

I rushed inside, and looked in the attic. The door was closed and locked when I got there; bear in mind, it locks from the OUTSIDE at this point, so there's no way anyone could have gotten into the house. Remember the layout; it took me all of ten seconds to get inside, run upstairs, and check on the door.

I unlocked it, and looked around for a while. There was no one up there, and nothing in front of the window that could have POSSIBLY made that silhouette. It was jarring, to say the least, and I spent the next few days convinced there was a ghost up there, which explained the odd noises and flashes of light to my young mind.

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 07:38:00 No.9307027 Report

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That attic was creepy, and I'd like to think that most of my brother's odd attributes come from living there for a long, long time.

I hope you all enjoyed these stories. Here's a vague map of the property, drawn with the major features picked out.

I know, it's crude as fuck, but here's the breakdown;
Black: House/Garage
Black box: Fenced-in area
Light Green Box: Property
Red dot: The Old Barn
Light Green squiggles: Forest-y regions
Dark Green squiggles: Swampy regions
Blue: Creek
Red Star: The Shady Glen
Gray: Road

The big window in the attic faced towards the back of the property; indicated with a yellow dot on the building.

Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/

Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 07:40:00 No.9307040 Report

Quoted By: >>9307117 >>9307453

So, these are my stories. Thanks for listening to me, and I hope you all enjoyed this thread full of odd stories from my childhood. It does me good to know that people still love old, creepy houses and the weird stories associated with them.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 07:41:00 No.9307042 Report

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>>9306961
Where in Pennsylvania? I might have to go camping in that forest.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 07:56:00 No.9307117 Report

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>>9307040
You are about the best tripfag I've seen on /x/. Farewell, and may the forces of evil become lost on their way to your door.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 08:11:00 No.9307208 Report

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Royal Navyfag here, the story's not long, but still creepy. We were on patrol near the Horn of Africa (where all the pirates are, Somalia, Djibouti, etc.) and we get a distress call from a freighter. It's nighttime, perhaps 20:30 or so, and we go check it out. The ship is on fire, and people are jumping overboard, etc., so we send out some rescue boats, and start picking these people up. French-speaking African-Arabs, so probably Djibouti -- anyway, it's a freighter, so we just advise them to abandon ship, and hopefully whatever company owns it has insurance.

But here's the weird bit: My mate tapped me on the shoulder and pointed up to the burning ship. There was a woman there, with a baby, which is really abnormal, seeing as this wasn't a passenger vessel or anything. So she could have been a stowaway or a refugee or the wife of the captain or something, but I don't know. What I do know, is that she was on the edge of the ship, and she could have easily gotten into one of the rescue craft, but instead turns and walks *right back into the fire*, with her baby and all.

It was pretty shocking, but me and my mates all agreed that's exactly what happened -- she definitely wasn't rescued, and we'd all swear by the sight that she walked into the fire.

Anyway, that's it. Just a really weird experience, but you get those with people from 3rd world nations sometimes, crude as that is to say.

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The Sexymobile™ !81.GO9v11E Wed 11 Jan 2012 08:27:00 No.9307301 Report

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Alright so I work as a freelance contractor, taking work wherever I can find it. Usually it's given to me by members of a church a friend attends he recommends me whenever somebody says that they need work done. Anyways, my latest job has been insulating the underside of the floors of an older house (I think it was build around the 1950's judging by the interior design). Anyways, when I work (I don't work every day since I live in Washington I can't work with insulation if it's raining, or if it has rained in the past few days since the underside of the house doesn't drain very well and it just pools, but I'll get back to that later) I put on this fairly warm coverall, a big hoodie, rubber gloves, the whole nine yards to keep me clean. I've been down there working maybe 4 times now, and I haven't had any problems, until lately. The further into the house I insulate the weirder things I find. I found an old mason jar with some weird shit inside of it, kind of smelled fruity, but it had an odd smell to it too, like maybe it was rotten, but worse, y'know? So I brought that up when I was done for the day, decided to keep it. It is pretty cool after all. As work continued and I got deeper under the house I found a light bulb encrusted with dirt, nothing absolutely amazing, but it was still kind of cool. Brought it out and home with me (don't as me why, I like cool old stuff). Later that night I woke up to piss, and the thing was rolling around the plug ever so slightly which freaked me the fuck out, so I set it up against something to prevent it from rolling, which may or may not have been because of external causes, I wasn't going to jump to conclusions that it was the paranormal. Either way, I finished pissing and came back out and crawled back into bed. Woke up the next morning, and everything was as I left it.

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The Sexymobile™ !81.GO9v11E Wed 11 Jan 2012 08:28:00 No.9307307 Report

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The next time I went to work I was getting a little worried, I kept thinking in the back of my mind "you shouldn't have taken those things, you should have left them there, there was no need to bring them out". I tried to keep my mind off of it by singing "The Creep" by Lonely Island feat. Nicki Menaj, but to no avail. Every time I paused I kept thinking "why did you take them?". So I'm crawling in the mud and insulating, and I find a pretty ornate bottle. I knew I shouldn't have taken it, but I did. It was just to pretty to leave down there in the mud. When I had finished for the day and I had everything packed up and whatnot I went home and took out the bottle. The top had this little brass pop-top, like on shampoo bottles or certain kinds of lighters. Either way, years of being down there rusted it shut. So I got out my pliers, grabbed a hold and eventually worked the top off. I took a whiff and it smelled SO bad, but yet, it smelled good at the same time. Like cologne, but also of shit. I went over to the sink and poured it out, sure it stank to hell, but the bottle was cool as fuck.
I commenced to sleep like a baby, but I woke up in the morning with the smell of hot, wet, ass in my nose (if you know what I mean, you know what I mean, if you don't, imagine a pile of cow shit that's been sitting in the sun for a week baking in 100+ degrees heat). So I went into the bathroom expecting to see that the toilet had been clogged and that a big ol' turd from the previous day or something didnt flush and had been sitting out all night. But there was nothing in there. So I wen't to brush my teeth and this thick black sludge was bubbling out of the drain (the same drain I poured the "cologne" down). But me being the "lets not jump to conclusions" person that I am, I suspected that something had clogged, maybe it was my hair from shaving, I don't know, anything that would put my mind at rest.
Skip ahead about a week

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The Sexymobile™ !81.GO9v11E Wed 11 Jan 2012 08:29:00 No.9307311 Report

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Back under the house, attempting to concentrate as hard as I can on the job, get it done as fast as I can, and get out. I hear something splash from the other side of the house, I flip shit and point my flashlight, my headlamp, and my flood lamp at the water. See two glowing dots staring at me. I'm backing up against the wall, the dots are getting closer. I hit the wall, dots still coming. Finally the body the dots are attached too come into the light, it was the home owners fucking cat. I let out a huge sigh, grabbed the cat and brought it back above ground and blocked off the entrance, the wind blew over the piece of wood I set up to keep the cat from exploring. So I headed back down and was almost done for the day (battery's in the flashlight were dying and it was getting dark out) when I heard ever so quietly "naughty boy's steal things that don't belong to them". I froze, dead still, listening and praying that it was just my imagination. Didn't move for a good 45 seconds, gathered up my shit and bolted as fast as I could army crawl out of there (forgot to mention, clearance down there is like a foot and a half at most, but there's so many pipes and vents and shit that the only way to get around is crawling on your elbows/ hands and knees at places). I smash the piece of wood out of the way and shoot out of the crawl space like a monkey from hell (not sure what that means, tried to think of clever analogy for "super fucking fast" but eh). But I swear as I was crawling out of there I felt something spank my ass. I got out and shot my flood light down the hole, but nothing was there. I covered that hole up and stuck a cinder block in front of the board, packed up, went home. When I got home I took everything that I found down there and put them in a box. I told myself "you're taking this shit back down there, finishing the job, getting your money, and never going there again".
Fast forward maybe 3 or 4 days, can't remember.

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The Sexymobile™ !81.GO9v11E Wed 11 Jan 2012 08:31:00 No.9307328 Report

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Have box in truck and going to work on the guys insulation, I was almost done and I just wanted to finish the job, get my money, and never set eyes on that house again. Gear up, get box of shit, head down. Put things from box back where I found them. Jar of fruity shit went on the wall closest to the opening, nudged in a corner. Light bulb was against back wall laying in the dirt. Cologne bottle was in the middle-ish, half buried. I felt good about doing that, returning things to their rightful place, even though they were junk and nobody would know they were gone, something about having them just didn't feel right. Mainly the fucked up whisper voice telling me that stealing is bad, but I like telling myself that I'm a good person, it helps with the coping. Either way, I finished the insulating and was happily crawling out when I heard "Thank you for returning my belongings." I shined my lights everywhere, flooding the crawl space with light, but there was no one there. I bolted out of the crawl space, covered it with ply wood, and nailed that bitch in place. I got my money, and went home.

And there's my creepy story anon, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I hated experiencing it.

Anonymous

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Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 08:33:00 No.9307339 Report

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>7 or 8
>wake up in the middle of the night because my cousin is sick and is throwing up, upstairs.
>sit up in bed, look to my right
> theres an green tall transparent cup shaped like an alein and very detailed.
>SWEARTOEVERYTHINGINEXISTANCE it's head looks up then SHARPLY turns it's head towards me and stares me dead in the eye.
> jump off of bed and run upstairs faster than i have ever in my life
> aunt doesnt believe me and says im just tired
>i will never forget that night for as long as i live.

Guy555

Guy555 Wed 11 Jan 2012 08:48:00 No.9307453 Report

Quoted By: >>9307721

>>9307040
Hello there, good sir.

So as I was reading your wonderful stories I decided to make an easy to read file of them all in Note Pad.

And it ended up being a folder of all of the images that you posted and of all your posts in order and all the posts you referred to inside of them.
So with your consent I would gladly release a download of all the stories so that people wouldn't have to look through all of the trolls and dumb posts to find it. And it would last after this 404'd.

So I'm just asking, is it okay to post these files for download?

Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/

Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 09:18:00 No.9307721 Report

Quoted By: >>9307909 >>9308473

>>9307453
Sure. Just credit me as Owlmandius, King of Owls (Look upon my pellets, ye Mighty, and despair!), and that's perfectly fine.

I'll post the illustrated version when it's finished, along with any related website materials. Look for it on /x/ in the coming weeks; I might even toss in a few samples and so forth as time goes on, just to give you an idea. I have a couple rough sketches, but my illustrator is in my bed with a migraine, so she can't exactly give consent to toss 'em up.

I'm just glad /x/ appreciates the occasional bit of original content that I spread here.

Kas

Kas Wed 11 Jan 2012 09:23:00 No.9307760 Report

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>be trying to astral project
>can't tell if I'm even asleep
>gets up in frustration
>walks around house
>notices all the mirrors on the walls are gone
>tries not to panic
>sees a kid walk into another room
>being me I yelled out hey and followed
>be inside room
>kid not there
>notices the windows are missing
>turns around to leave
>hears a sound as if someone's crying
>turns to see 2 headed thing outside window staring at me
>mfw I almost didn't think i'd wake up.

TRUE STORY.

Guy555

Guy555 Wed 11 Jan 2012 09:41:00 No.9307909 Report

Quoted By: >>9308488

>>9307721

Alrighty, here is the merged files of King of Owls posts and pictures in this thread.
Hope you enjoy.

mediafireDOTcom/download.php?y51g0swvynuy35u

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 11:12:00 No.9308454 Report

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>>9306830

I laughed my ass off. It just sounds like a hobo lived there and was arguing with your brother while hiding.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 11:15:00 No.9308473 Report

Quoted By: >>9310512

>>9307721

You never answered the other anon's question about where exactly it is. I would love to check out that forest too.

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 11:16:00 No.9308488 Report

Quoted By: >>9309942

>>9307909

People still use 7z?

Anonymous

Anonymous Wed 11 Jan 2012 11:23:00 No.9308531 Report

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>Be astral projecting
>Wake up in astral plain
>Vision is blurred and laying down. Someone is in front of me
>It is a medic.
>"Come on we need him now dammit" The medic says
>I feel a slight shock through my chest that jolts me up in this dream.
> The medic pulls my arm up and we are both standing.
>"Good to have you back sir" He says.
>I am wondering, why did he call me sir? I look around and we are all wearing marine uniforms.
>I realized that I was a marine that had just been blown back from an explosion un-concious and revived
>OHMYFUCK. jpg.
>Im so excited of this that I wake myself back into reality.

Guy555

Guy555 Wed 11 Jan 2012 18:08:00 No.9309942 Report

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>>9308488
Yeah, I only used it because it was like, 2K smaller than RAR.
But anyway, here is the RAR version anyway.

www.mediafireDOTcom/download.php?0hoo7dxd685vy8y

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Owlmandius, King of Owls !!1IpCtj3oeG/ Wed 11 Jan 2012 22:25:00 No.9310512 Report

Quoted By: >>9311245 >>9311417

>>9308473
Somewhere in the Lehigh valley. I'm checking with family to see if the property still exists; remember, it's been years.

Also, remember that a lot of this is private property. The only 'open' area is the Shady Glen, and I'm attempting to see if everything still exists.

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 12 Jan 2012 01:40:00 No.9311245 Report

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>>9310512

Well even if it is private property the general area should still be the same. I doubt the new owners would even notice if people were camping there if like you said it was far from the house. I really doubt I would head out there anyway. I'm in Arizona so even if I wanted to go getting there would be a problem. I no longer have any friends in the Philly area now that the one friend I had there moved to California.

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 12 Jan 2012 01:47:00 No.9311269 Report

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>>9304901

She probably moved in nearby and was just meeting neighbors. She had those gloves on because she was gardening, you faggot.

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 12 Jan 2012 02:18:00 No.9311417 Report

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>>9310512
Adress--- google earth view maybe

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Mister Creepy !eEp0DTOS9k Thu 12 Jan 2012 02:23:00 No.9311449 Report

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I'll bite. About a year ago, I was sleeping on the couch, and (it's in the line of sight of the couch, by the by) the kitchen celing fan's light string was pulled. So, I pulled my bowie knife out from under my pillow and got up to investigate. You may be wondering why? Well, the people I live with had all left for the night, to go to work. I was alone with a cat, that was sleeping on the floor beside me. I know such, because I tripped on him standing up. The couch is in the living room adjacent to the kitchen, and you can see into the kitchen over a bar area. I got about halfway across the room, to where I could clearly see the entire kitchen, it was empty. As I took my next stop I heard a chuckle and the light turned off. I glared at th edarkness for a moment, and laid back down, knife back under the pillow. I was more than a bit creeped out by this experience.

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 12 Jan 2012 03:36:00 No.9311900 Report

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>>9311449

It was a black guy. He hid in the cabinet then left it when you turned around and turned off the light. You can't see them in the dark.

Rain !Rain.K4UO.

Rain !Rain.K4UO. Thu 12 Jan 2012 03:38:00 No.9311914 Report

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I've had quite a few creepy expieriences in my life, suffering from Bi-polar and borderline Scitzophrenia hallucinations are common for me. Anyway, there's not much worth of a story but if you're interested I can type up a little bit about them.

Anyway, this is one of the expieriences that really scared the shit out of me. (I was rocking back and forth in the fetal position for a good hour)

Right, here goes. It was about a year ago at my friends house, My friend lives at a property in a small market town, huge 3 story house with windows facing out onto the back yard, not a big backyard, but substancial.

Rain !Rain.K4UO.

Rain !Rain.K4UO. Thu 12 Jan 2012 03:39:00 No.9311919 Report

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Anyway, it was summer and we had all decided to get together over his house for a party, there was about 10 of us, having a good time and dancing untill the night. All through the day and night we were drinking, not drinking enough to get drunk, barely enough to get tipsy, as the night started to settle in and things were starting to quiet down we decided to play a few games which are usual for teenagers.

The night had some pretty bad weathe, rain and storms typical for an english summer. During the time we decided to play spin the bottle the storm had hit a quiet spell and it was quite humid out so the air was thick and heavy. In my friends basement, well, ground floor. He has this sort of living room with a large television in it sofas and a small coffee table with glass doors leading out into the backyard, with curtains that covered them entirely.

Rain !Rain.K4UO.

Rain !Rain.K4UO. Thu 12 Jan 2012 03:39:00 No.9311926 Report

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Whilst playing the game we noticed the security light flicker on and off a few times, and we checked around outside and nothing had happened. A few of my friends later decided to go for a joint, me not joining them feeling uneasy about the security light. Anyway; Whilst coming in in their absent minded state they decided to leave the curtains slightly open, leaving me, sitting opposite the curtains a perfect view out into the garden. During playing this game of spin the bottle, it was my turn to spin the bottle and something caught my eye just outside. I stopped everything I was doing and stared out into the garden. Outside, I could see a man, with what could only be described as a typical "serial killer" crouching over near some pots holding some sort of metal item. Now, usually this would creep most people out, however I could see into his eyes, and he was staring DIRECTLY at me. I immediately was freaked the fuck out and crawled backwards pointing outside, all of my friends at this point were freaked the fuck out aswell seeing as I'm usually ballsy and headstrong. The girl sitting next to me started to get really freaked out and claimed she saw something aswell, however what she described was only a fleeting black figure like a shadow.

Rain !Rain.K4UO.

Rain !Rain.K4UO. Thu 12 Jan 2012 03:40:00 No.9311930 Report

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Now, the part that really scared me was after I saw this 'aparition' was there was a hand burnt into my eyes, it was an inverted image of a hand that hand been scraped down a wall, or my eyes. All through the night I could see this hand. The reason why I was so scared by this man or aparition was that, the light did not turn on and the dog upstairs was running around barking. Anyway, before going to my friends house I'd been having reoccuring dreams of a shadowy figure, usually of a man with distant eyes watching me from the corners of buildings or rooms (In lucid dream like "nightmares") This may not be very scary to you, but it sure freaked the shit out of me. Also, as a little back story into my bi-polar / borderline scitzophrenia when I'm having one of my 'turns' a mans voice talks to me, degrading and threatening my existance. The mans voice, is the man I saw that day. The man that haunts my very dreams to this day.

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 12 Jan 2012 04:04:00 No.9312050 Report

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>>9311930

Oh. So you're insane. Nothing scary about that.

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Rain !Rain.K4UO. Thu 12 Jan 2012 04:07:00 No.9312063 Report

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>>9312050
Meh, they're usually /x/ related hallucinations, 'demons', victorian ghosts, elementals ect.

Usually a lot of stories have "insane" backgrounds, even the most normal of people can hallucinate. Group hallucinations are not uncommon either.

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 12 Jan 2012 05:56:00 No.9312574 Report

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I will not let this die.

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Anonymous Thu 12 Jan 2012 06:57:00 No.9312906 Report

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This one time, at band camp, i went to open a door and I heard a strange noise and suddenly the door opened all by itself. I shit myself and the counsellor sent me home

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 12 Jan 2012 09:50:00 No.9313949 Report

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>>9312574

I thought it had enough archive requests.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 13 Jan 2012 00:57:00 No.9316495 Report

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Don't abandon us, Owl.

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