Have you ever seen anything creepy?

stabman said:
I don't get creeped out...I creep out the other people in the woods.:)

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Ya, but only because you keep building that damn survival shelter lean to thingie in my damn yard...........looking up at my window!

Stop it! My yard is denuded!
 
I got creeped out two different times while hiking with my daughter. First time at a State Park. We were hiking middle of the afternoon and three people came up behind us kind of quickly but then seemed to linger behind us rather than passing. There were two guys and a female early 20's maybe and looked ragged and dirty. It didn't feel right them trialling slowly behind and almost whispering. It only took a few minutes of this for me to pull my daughter aside at the next opening of the path which led to a rock face, I put our backs to it, and pointed out a few things to my daughter, so it seemed like we stopped look at something. All the while my goal was to get them in front of us. My hiking stick ready to strike if need be and knife handy. They passed by slowly, grinning oddly, whispered, laughed, looked back. It was weird. Defiantly did not feel right at all.

Second time, a metro park, we were hiking a river bed, the side we were on was low but across the river was a steep embankment and I felt like we were being watched, and dusk was aproaching, so we turned around and went back. My daughter was disappointed because see wanted to keep going. Once we got around a bend and a ways away, I told her what I felt, and used our time hiking back to tell her about observing your surroundings, looking, listening, and if something doesn't feel right it probably isn't.
She's nine and isn't into mp3 players too much, but I used that opportunity to let her know that the woods is not the place for them either. We go to listen to nature and keep an ear out for danger.

It sounds like I'm paranoid but in this day and age and all the crazy people and drugs out there who knows. Better to be safe than not
 
VictGerbSogCamill said:
I got creeped out two different times while hiking with my daughter. First time at a State Park. We were hiking middle of the afternoon and three people came up behind us kind of quickly but then seemed to linger behind us rather than passing. There were two guys and a female early 20's maybe and looked ragged and dirty. It didn't feel right them trialling slowly behind and almost whispering. It only took a few minutes of this for me to pull my daughter aside at the next opening of the path which led to a rock face, I put our backs to it, and pointed out a few things to my daughter, so it seemed like we stopped look at something. All the while my goal was to get them in front of us. My hiking stick ready to strike if need be and knife handy. They passed by slowly, grinning oddly, whispered, laughed, looked back. It was weird. Defiantly did not feel right at all.
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I'm a strong believer in following my gut. If it feels wrong, it probably is wrong, take action now. I believe that I am alive today because of that instinct.
 
I've had that feeling, the hairs on the back of your neck go up. I don't get that far off the beaten path either.
 
At times when passing the waters edge playing in the swamp things get a little to quiet for me. I have had some close run ins with a few gators where I may have got closer than I should. When that feeling hits I will backtrack or haul ass to higher ground.
 
While hiking, I saw a prostitute "doing her job" on a park bench with a John. Ugly whore, ugly guy. I had my .45 on me in a holster. They didn't see me, but I got cell phone photos and gave them to the police.
 
Yeah .. more than once

Most memorable creey feeling was driving north thru NSW to the QLD border ... one part I kept feeling like we were driving thru cold lines of terror , the depth of the terror was incredible and looking at the others in the car , I wasnt the only one who picked up on it .. we got to a pull off across the road from one hell of an impressive rock formation , bluff rock . I wanted a look at it up close , part of my brain was saying dont , but I wanted a look ... Mum said dont go , its wrong .. my wife simly refused to get out the car at all .
I walked toward it , but it was like walking upstream into a river of grief and terror kinda hard to describe , I couldnt physically get to the cliffbase .. I couldnt take the feelings , so I turned around went back to the car kinda weirded out
When I got there Mum had found a memorial plaque telling the story of the place , the local cattle men had rounded up local natives , literally rounded up , with their horses and dogs , herded them to the top of the cliff and over the edge , mass executuon .

more recently I was abusing the law here ... we are allowed to have our unregistered vehicles inspected for rego at the closest convienient point of inspection , the local guys have a month or longer waiting list but a guy 200+km away would do it next day .. that was convienient to me so I was tripping along in my car when I got a big " oh NOOOO" feeling , over next rise I found a crash from the night before ...
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they had bounced across the road a couple times and hit some trees pretty hard before stopping .

My cousin and I were on a trip around about 1/3 the country .. hunter valley to alice springs , back home via Adelaide , Mt gambia and along the great ocean road in vic ... last night out before we got home and we were talking about the trip , the good bad ugly etc ... we had booked into a caravan park in a small town , all quiet , then a fight broke out on the street outside .. I got that feeling in my gut that I used to get bouncing when trouble walked in the door ... I hate fighting .. anyway it stopped but the feeling didnt go away .. it got stronger I considered waking everyone up and breaking camp but rejected the idea too much hassle . My cousins kid woke up and started crying so he picked it up and was settling it back to sleep when teenager came running thru the park he saw us talking and stopped looking at us and I kinda knew he was trouble , coulda been the hoody , the blood on his front , or just that he said he ws looking to kill some white so and so ... and we were looking pretty white
I ignored it and asked if it was him involved in the fight we heard , he said yeah , he got jumped and now he was mad and gunna kill some white so and so .. and pulled along screwdriver out of his hoodie pocket . I had a opinel that ws as good as a flick knife in my hand in my pocket and was trying to get between my cousin and his kid , and this thug .. then figured Id try something outa left field and see what happened before it got bloody .. and it looked like it was definitely going to get bloody and fast ...
I just said it sounded like his life was full of trouble right now , he agreed , so I offered to get my bible out and show him a better way to live
he put the screwdriver back in his jacket and said it was a good idea but right now he had to go kill some white so and so .. and ran off
 
When I was a teenager I use to play in the cemeteries at night. Ive even camped out in them. There was this tomb with a big iron door and a vent hole that came out of the top. One night two kids that {I knew walked} up to it and they didnt know that I was on top. They beat on the door and were shouting inside then I let out a loud moan through the vent hole. They ran out of there as fast as they could. That was fun.
 
I've never had a real experience like some have, but I remember one funny experience. In Scouts, my troop had finished a dinner in a mess hall, and most of the troop was down at the camp site while the rest of us did clean up. I was washing dishes, and looked up to realize the other two scouts had left the kitchen somehow without me noticing. Weird, but I didn't think anything of it and a minute later I went to dump the dish water. Right before I left through the back door, I got this feeling and froze, went into this scared alert mode. After twenty seconds or so, I could of sworn I heard snow crunch. I knew it couldn't be anything serious, but it was creepy and no one was around. Waited for a minute or so, then shrugged and said my mind was playing tricks on me. Went out the door, and the next thing I know I have snow in my eyes and something is jumping at me. Half blind I broke the plastic bucket on it, soaking both of us with dirty water. Next thing I know is, "What the hell? Can't you take a prank?" Three guesses where the other scouts went. Good times though.
 
I retired some time ago after a 30 year career in the military.

I learned to recognize and pay attention to that creeping feeling at the back of my neck.

Doesn't happen often, but when it does I do NOT ignore it.
 
I have NEVER EVER double tapped a palm tree in Panama....


SEMPER-FI TIL I DIE
 
You get the award for most disturbing image I've ever heard.

russamurai said:
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.
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Sam Hell said:
People are getting crazier and crazier.
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I drove night shift taxi to get through university. I've seen more than I ever wanted in regard to how depraved humans can be. I saw every type of bodily fluid or solid being ejected. People having sex on a front lawn. Vicious, terrifying beatings were I called for the police. What got me the most were the children. I still remember a woman leaving a house with her maybe 2 year old ? scream crying. There was a broken window in the porch and the child had its head stuck out of the hole, jumping up and down on something. The jagged glass framed around its head, under its neck.... And people wonder sometimes why I'd rather take a walk through the woods over a night in a bar......
 
wow, some crazy stories! I had that feeling when I was about 15 and at a Church carnival on Long Island, New York. I was with my girlfriend at the time and a small group of friends when I got a bad feeling. Not a minute after that, this guy was walking slowly past us and staring at everyone. Only a couple of us noticed it. I immediately got my girlfriend out of there because something just didn't feel right. The next thing I knew there was a huge brawl and about 20 people were fighting. it didn't last long because security and cops were there who broke it up pretty quick. A few guys ended up getting arrested and no one was seriously hurt but man, trust that feeling when you get it!

Another time was the morning of 9/11/2001. I lived in Largo, FL and was working over in Tampa so i had to drive over the bridge every morning to get to work. Well it was about 6:30am and while i was driving over the bridge, my stomach sank and i got this really bad feeling. I dont know how to describe it but i just felt wrong. Everything looked and felt dark and cold. It freaked me out so bad that i wrote this when i got to work,

The sky was a winter gray....
bleak and dull, the dead sky
smothered
the light and life
that the sun brings each morning

It was less than 2 hrs later that the first plane hit one of the Towers. I don't know what it is, its almost like a 6th sense or something that we have when we sense danger or something worse...but based on my couple of experiences, i know that if i get that feeling again, i will trust it 100%.
 
Nice. We have at least two poets here.... Esav and Tman038.

I don't have any really creepy stories to tell, although in my younger years I did feel a bit frightened at night on occasions... maybe there was a good cause for this feeling other than imagination, but I don't know.

I am very interested in our sixth sense though.... the awareness we can have that doesn't seem to come through our conventional senses. I've started to collect a few stories relating to this type of thing at my blog:
http://thebeautifulwonderfulandmiraculous.blogspot.com/

I do have one true story which is almost creepy I suppose.... Many years ago I was holidaying with my wife and children on a fairly remote, sparsely populated island. We were staying in an old house in a bay. There were another two homes in the big bay, one was maybe two hundred yards around the coast... and the other was maybe 500 yards away. There are no direct tracks between the houses, but foot access is possible around the rocky coast.... or through the hillside vegetation. One day my son reckoned he saw a face appear outside our kitchen window, but nobody made themselves known to us. I didn't think a lot of it at the time. On another occasion my daughter was off exploring and we heard a shot... but that wasn't unusual either because quite a bit of hunting is done on this island. A day or two later our closest neighbor contacted us to say that a person who'd been staying at the third dwelling couldn't be found... and that there was a rifle missing from the house. This guy was known to be a little 'different' and our neighbor warned us to stay indoors. While I was contemplating this situation and wondering what to do, we heard an awful scream. The 'different' guys sister had found his body where he'd killed himself not far from his house. It seems that the shot we'd heard was the one he killed himself with, and at the time of the shot my daughter was evidently quite close to the man's house. I'm glad he didn't try to take anyone with him because at the time of the death I think we were the only other people in the Bay.
 
Don't read any Richard Laymon books! You will never go in the woods again! Or decide to walk around in a city or town at 3am ever again!
 
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Just playing.

The National Park here is one of the most haunted places in island and every time i'm going there (some of my friends just don't buy into extraordinary stuff) the hair behind my neck stand.
There was one time when i was asked to snap a picture of everyone and just when i'm ready one of them asked me to turn around. Immediately i thought what a jerk as the feeling wasn't right. He insisted me to and to my dismay, a teen in surfing short and sandals just walked past us and disappeared. Still nobody think that was downright weird.
Another time a friend of mine who has "third eye" but always talkative was totally mute throughout the entire trip and just when we got off the park i couldn't wait to ask him.

He answered: There weren't just two of us and most of them were looking from above"......:eek:
 
My brother and I had a terrifying experience when we were kids. I couldn't have been more than 10 or 12, he around 7. We used to play at a local city park in Oregon that wasn't far from our house. There was a trail at the very end of the park that went down a steep hill and then followed along the creek for a few turns before opening up into the main area of the park. We would often play just off the trail in the woods near the creek. One day we were back there and I was sitting on a log. I immediately got a feeling of wrong. Just a BAD BAD feeling. I glanced up and some 10 feet from me I swear to this day that I saw the grass parting as though someone was walking through it towards us. I stood and bolted, my brother right on my heels and we ran all the way home. I asked him why he ran and he said there was a ghost coming. He had seen the grass parting too. I'm not sure if it was some small animal moving through the grass or what, but I have never had such a bad feeling since.

Several years later, I went back as a young man to the town and the park we had played in. I was walking with a girl I knew who still lived in the area. When we made it to the back of the park, I mentioned that we had played there as children. She said something to the effect of her not liking being in this area of the park. I asked why, and she pointed to the area of the trail where my brother and I had been, and said "A few years ago they found a girl raped and murdered right there." It freaked me out then, and it still freaks me out now. I consider myself a rational individual, and I believe there is something wrong in that area of that park.
 
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