The most creeping out thing that has happen to you?

[Omar]

When I was 8, I went to sleep, I was close sleeping, I needed to get a glass of water, I looked under the bed because I thought that there was something there (i actually thought that i would be dissapointed with nothing) and then a BIG black cat ran out of the darkness and out of the window, and it scared the living shit out of me.

 

 

 

Once I had a fishbone stuck in my throat and I had my onkel to stick his hand into my mouth, reach out for it and pull it out.

[MasterkennyG]

when i was like 7,, i went over to my friends house who lived next door and i ran into the house to find his mother and another women having sex!!

 

it was so awcward

[Omar]

when i was like 7,, i went over to my friends house who lived next door and i ran into the house to find his mother and another women having sex!!

 

it was so awcward

 

pics or it didn't happen.

[Chêvouÿx]

When I was five or six years old, I had pneumonia and hence slept in the upstairs living room of my (then) town house with my mother at "standby."

 

I woke up in the middle of the night and looked around. Being five, I was smaller and didn't want to wake my mom, so everything was kind of eerie. I looked up behind me through the huge window-glass-thing that was above the sliding door that lead to our balcony. Through the glass, I saw two white blobs floating from my right to left. They looked sort of like blankets, but I wasn't sure.

 

They slowly floated away out of sight, but I've never found out what it was.

 

Can't say I believe in ghosts, but sure was odd.

[Maxwelldon]

Ghosts and such reminded me of when I was twelve years old.. We had this creepy house next to ours and we all the time joked around about it with our friends.. One evening though while winter we desided to go investigate the house. Well we scouted the downstairs and found nothing but when we started head upstairs and steps made a squeek.. a scythe slashed down just in front of my friend, slamming through the floorpanel as if someone was pushing it down and we all got a scare for it but still kept going up the stairs, past the scythe since we couldn't pull it out the floor..

We found nothing from the upstairs either and decided to go to attic, yet again the steps squeeked but this time a bunch of keys dropped down, soaking of something red which we thought to be paint.

When we finaly got to the attic, there was hay all over the floor and we were wondering what it was there for.. Walking around when all of a sudden I felt something drippin on my head so of course I decide to look up, just to find out there was a wrap of plastic around the log near roof and something was dripping from it - until we realized the wrap was red, partially torn and after that we all literally ran to the window we climbed in from, at the bottom floor. We reach the window, look behind us and jump out to the snow one by one. After a while we see that our shoe-prints are all red and when we take a peek in the window, there's nothing on floor which freaked us all out. After this we wondered where'd the scythe go since we didn't see it on our way down, even though we all were sure it slammed down in front of us on way up.

 

Can tell that none of our friends stepped in the house since then and a year later it was demolished because junkies or some alcoholics would keep going there.

[trakaill]

Was walking home from the supermarket one time (about 2 years ago), it was late at night on a weekend and I had a pounding headache. Basically I just wanted to get home, pop back a few Advils, and sleep. Anyways, while walking home I encountered a pack of raccoons that were walking about 20 paces behind me. I didn't think anything of it at the time, so I continued down the road. No more than 30 seconds later I see 3-4 more raccoons coming towards me. I looked behind and the pack was still behind me as well, inching closer. At this point I saw one of the raccoons with white foam coming out of his mouth and realized I needed to high-tail it out of there. So basically I cut through some guys lawn and jumped about 15 other fences to get to my house. When I got to my side door to go in, the pack had met up in the middle of the road and when I opened my door they all turned and looked at me. I got in, locked all the doors in my house and sat down. Strangely my headache went away though, but yeah that's the strangest thing that's ever happened to me.

 

-D2W

 

After all this Zombie mod playing you didnt know what to do ???? Pick up an M3 and fucked em up!!!!

[PotshotPolka]

A 50mph head-on Jetski collision with my friend.

 

I went about 15 feet into the air and he went to the hospital.

[Slavic]

Every bad trip i've had was creepy as hell, but it would be to hard to explain in english.

 

This isn't exactly creepy, its more shocking and unsuspecting. I had just dropped off my girlfriend at the time at her friends house about an hour from my place because I wanted to hang out with my two rican girls, whom my girlfriend was jealous of for good reasons. We were having a lot of fights at the time so I just wanted to get away from her for the time being. Anyways, I head home from the rican girls and go to sleep, next thing i know i got hit in the head by a book at 4 am in the morning by my girlfriend. She had taken a taxi to my house from an hour away, broke into my house, and started throwing crap at me while I was sleeping. She scared the hell out of me and at first I thought i was just dreaming.

 

Long story short, makeup sex in the morning.

[Cooki3Monsta]

Lmao thats a lil scary

[Jaffa]

One thing that really got to me was when i was about 15, still at school here in London. Every day me, my bro and a few mates used to get the tube to school in the monrnings. There would always be this old guy who got on the train for one stop or so, and he would always sit near us and stare at us. Obviously we thought this guy was some kind of weirdo (maybe a pedo or something), so we started sitting in different carriages, or getting on different trains (and at different times), yet he always seemed to find us. We also got the train home from school as well and he started turning up, after a few weeks of this, on our trains home as well. At this point we were seriously considering either complaining, changing methods of transportation, or even confronting him. Anyway, after another week of this shit, he sat right next to my brother, at which point he said to the old guy to fuck off and leave us alone. The old guy simply said to him "You know what you did" and got off at the next stop. We didn't see him ever again on our trains, and I had nearly forgot about him when i found an old newspaper under my bed, with the article about an old man gone missing. It was only then i realised that the old man was the same guy my family had run over and secretly buried the body the year before!