Have you ever seen anything creepy?

When I was about 12ish, I was out and about on my grandparents acerage. Their acerage was all forested, always good times. Anyways I was just walking with thei dogs on one of the many trails when the dogs went nuts. I mean NUTS, they literally where trying to get up this tree next to the trail ... thats when I heard the roar... Thats when the FEAR set in and the adrenaline started flowing, because when I looked up into that tree I could have swore I saw a 12' black bear( turned out to be only a year old and small :rolleyes:) I took off like a shot.

I will never forget that feeling
 
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I was hiking a trail in a Tennessee state park years ago about 6 in the morning. I had become a little overly complacent going up a really tall hill walking the switchbacks to get to the top. Just as I made it to the corner of one of the switchbacks, I woke up a large buck (about an 8 pointer) that has been bedded down in the leaves close to the trail. He got up and snorted really loud ( I was about 10 feet away) and I am sure I shrieked like a girl. I turned around and bolted back down the trail with the deer behind me for a bit before he turned back uphill. It was funny as hell about 5 minutes after it happened.
 
One Friday night when I was in highschool (year was 1984), a couple of friends and I were driving aimlessly around. We ended up at an abandoned, decrepit building/house. The story on this place was that it had been a whorehouse and had been shut down in the early 70s. There was kind of a low slung carport at the back of the place. Big enough for several cars, there was only one old station wagon in it now. It was ridiculously covered with dust and one of my friends was writing something on a dust covered window when we all got the creeps. We had all felt it when finally someone said they thought something felt wrong. We all agreed and looked around for what would make us feel that way. Within seconds the feeling got so strong that we ended up almost running back to our car. We peeled out of there in a hurry.

Later on we picked up another buddy and we ended up telling him how creeped out we had been. The new arrival wanted to go there, the rest of us did not. After some whining and cajoling, he finally convinced us to take him to this place. We drove back, got out of the car and walked on the gravel drive back around the back of the house to the carport. We got to the carport and were starting to talk about the earlier visit and how creepy it was when we realized the station wagon was gone. This time we did run back to our car, screaming like little girls and fighting to cram in first. We left a rooster tail the whole way back to the main road.

That station wagon did NOT run. The whole thing was covered with so much dust that it had probably been there since the place was shut down. There was less than 2 hours between visits so someone worked quick. There was no obvious sign of anyone being there at the same time we were, ie. operable car anywhere around, kicked in doors, heck, even the dust covered station wagon had definitely not been touched until my friend wrote on the window. The very next night (I kid not!) the place burned to the ground in the middle of the night. It was a big fire and was the talk of our small town high school. I'll never know the real story and how much danger we were really in.
 
I was walking with a friend through some heavy jungle in Kawaii when we heard some crunching of leaves. We stopped and caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a cat, about the size of a bobcat, just moving slowly towards us like a zombie. The cat was in heavy brush and moved ever so carefully into the light. We didn't budge but the cat kept creeping slowly towards us, just barely moving but slinking right towards us ever so slowly. We just couldn't figure out what was going on with this animal, and had a couple large beat down sticks ready, figuring it might be rabid or something. Its eyes were black and lifeless. My buddy threw a rock at it and it just disappeared into its body with a sucking sound. We walked up to it and saw something so grotesque, I'll never forget it. Its body was nothing more than a vehicle for thousands of maggots that were squirming and writhing and moving the cat across the ground in convulsions.
 
Scariest thing that has ever happened to me

When I was in 4th or 5th grade my brother and I came home from school and no one was home. We had a really big basement in our house that had a weight set in it and we heard the weights clacking like someone was working out. Figuring our mom was down stairs we walked down and as soon as we got to the bottom of the stairs we heard this horrible blood curling scream. My brother and I looked at each other and had that moment where you knew you had to run. We sprinted up the stairs and out off the house and closed the door behind us and ran barefoot in the middle of winter to our friends house.

No one was home and I still have no idea to this day what the scream was or how the weights were clacking together but it was such a terrifying moment that me and my brother both went directly into flight mode.
 
I was on a kayak trip in Glen Canyon (?) in New Mexico with 3 friends, and one night we found this little island among the cliffs, and decided to camp there since it was getting dark. The place was beautiful but there was the strangest sense of "you are not wanted here." After setting up camp and eating we started saying "doesn't this place feel weird?" and we all had the same feeling. But it was dark & too late to go looking for somewhere else to camp. So we crashed out, and then woke up early -- because every one of us had a terrible night's sleep, with crazy nonsense dreams.
 
I once took an apartment that was built in an old hospital. That place was seriously not right. It was nice in the day with big light windows and high ceilings but once it was dark it was not good. I swear I saw a few things there that seriously creeped me out (and I hadn't been drinking at the time) . Unsurprisingly I left a month before the lease was up!
 
Situational awareness...I like that, and that should be something they teach because it is the smart way to go!!
 
That is absolutly disturbing...the way you described that will make me remember that in my head for the rest of my life.
 
Those were great..I often wondered if anyone else had the trippy vibe of "the fear" as I have as well..I prospect almost year round..and I have always felt like ghosts of Chinese miners or Bigfoot or aliens were going to do some unsavory things.
 
stabman said:
I don't get creeped out...I creep out the other people in the woods.:)

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Is that a third eye on your forehead, that's creepy. :D:):D
 
Man, this thread brings back memories, my younger brother had/has a sixth sense for when poop is about to roll down hill, I always got spooked before him, but when you are out of Dodge you can't tell what's happening in town.

Seriously grew up listening to that voice that tells you something isn't right, and it's worth listening to.

There's a saying, "There are old pilots and bold pilots, there are no old bold pilots." That nagging feeling is worse than anything, even a trip cut short.
 
lukus said:
One Friday night when I was in highschool (year was 1984), a couple of friends and I were driving aimlessly around. We ended up at an abandoned, decrepit building/house. The story on this place was that it had been a whorehouse and had been shut down in the early 70s. There was kind of a low slung carport at the back of the place. Big enough for several cars, there was only one old station wagon in it now. It was ridiculously covered with dust and one of my friends was writing something on a dust covered window when we all got the creeps. We had all felt it when finally someone said they thought something felt wrong. We all agreed and looked around for what would make us feel that way. Within seconds the feeling got so strong that we ended up almost running back to our car. We peeled out of there in a hurry.

Later on we picked up another buddy and we ended up telling him how creeped out we had been. The new arrival wanted to go there, the rest of us did not. After some whining and cajoling, he finally convinced us to take him to this place. We drove back, got out of the car and walked on the gravel drive back around the back of the house to the carport. We got to the carport and were starting to talk about the earlier visit and how creepy it was when we realized the station wagon was gone. This time we did run back to our car, screaming like little girls and fighting to cram in first. We left a rooster tail the whole way back to the main road.

That station wagon did NOT run. The whole thing was covered with so much dust that it had probably been there since the place was shut down. There was less than 2 hours between visits so someone worked quick. There was no obvious sign of anyone being there at the same time we were, ie. operable car anywhere around, kicked in doors, heck, even the dust covered station wagon had definitely not been touched until my friend wrote on the window. The very next night (I kid not!) the place burned to the ground in the middle of the night. It was a big fire and was the talk of our small town high school. I'll never know the real story and how much danger we were really in.
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That was a great story:thumbup:
 
Sam Hell said:
Have you ever felt like something was wrong? Being watched? Being tracked? and what did you do to overcome that feeling that something was generally not right.
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I believe this is what is called being in Town. With creepy people around, Cameras everywhere, who doesn't think they're being watched.

Other places like areas with lots of buildings and there is no one else around anywhere you look.
The wife and I found a development that look like it came from A Wrinkle In Time.

Out in the country used to bring piece of mind.
Now days, some of the creepy people from town moved out to the country and the country people started to put up Cameras.

The Mountain Men of today, just can't get a break. :D
 
KalEl said:
When I was in 4th or 5th grade my brother and I came home from school and no one was home. We had a really big basement in our house that had a weight set in it and we heard the weights clacking like someone was working out. Figuring our mom was down stairs we walked down and as soon as we got to the bottom of the stairs we heard this horrible blood curling scream. My brother and I looked at each other and had that moment where you knew you had to run. We sprinted up the stairs and out off the house and closed the door behind us and ran barefoot in the middle of winter to our friends house.

No one was home and I still have no idea to this day what the scream was or how the weights were clacking together but it was such a terrifying moment that me and my brother both went directly into flight mode.
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That creeps me out just reading it. What year was this?
 
Heard a thumping in the kitchen. Looked out the window to see a guy with a crowbaw who had just pried open
the security gate by the door.
Immediately grabbed my kali Sticks but remembered the laws off necessity in South Africa (I hate that law)

The had run away by the the time the cops came. Lucky He never managed to get in
 
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