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10/16/2008: Halloween Countdown ‘08: Clever Filler Survey.

Tonight, your mission is to tell everyone about things and experiences that have scared you. Sincerely scared you. Movies, odd sitcom episodes, wild animals, UFO sightings — talk about your experiences in the comments. And keep it light. We’ve all had sick people in our families. I’ll give the matter some thought and post my own a bit later.

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Ill keep this short, as most of the details are boring except for about 20-30 seconds worth of activity. Here goes

Sleeping in a cabin in the Poconoes(mountain-ous resort are in PA), watching tv,look out window, a fucking brown bear is looking IN the window, bear roars, i literally shit my pants(shut up, you would to and anyone who says otherwise is a liar), bear walks away peacefully, i clean up and watch seinfeld tapes balled in a blanket.

Super-abridged version “poconoes-bear-roar-poop-seingfeld”

Ghosted by PAmatt @ 10/17/2008 9:40 PM EDT

This wasn’t really scary for me, but my mother, while in medical school, almost dated Mike Swango, a now-caught serial killer who killed about 35 people. She says that he seemed creepy….

Ghosted by PlantMonster @ 10/17/2008 9:41 PM EDT

AND I just remebered this. Don’t laugh. By the time I was three, I didn’t believe in the monsters under my bed. But when I was four, I had this nightmare that kind of freaked my out. I was lying there in the dark, and a light was coming from underneath the door (my parents were still up). I heard some really light footsteps coming up the stairs. The door opened an inch, so I looked to see who had opened it. And near the bottom of the door, the faded green washcloth from the kitchen sink was looking back at me. I screamed and it slammed the door and went away. Really wierd. We still have that cloth, but I have never been afraid of it. But for years afterwards, I could still hear it marching up and down the stairs.

Ghosted by PlantMonster @ 10/17/2008 10:13 PM EDT

Day late, but here’s mine…. (Some GREAT stories on here!) This isn’t supernatural (in fact, I’d be pretty shocked if a variant of this hadn’t happened to Hundreds of kids around this time), but a bunch of things happened at once, and it scared the Livin’ Wee outta me… I was 15, and that was the year “When a Stranger Calls” came out- Being a very sheltered youth, my uncle took pity on me, and took me to my first “Grown-up” horror(?) movie… Hearing 800 teenage girls screaming at the top of their lungs is traumatic all by itself, but the movie messed with me pretty badly, too- (sheltered, remember?)… Two weeks later, I got my FIRST JOB… care to guess? Sooo, it’s my first night babysitting (two girls), and here I am, sitting on the couch next to the patio sliding-glass doors, it’s around midnight, and I’m watching “Eyes of Laura Mars” on HBO. Not smart, right there… (many nervous glances out at the dark patio, just WAITIN to see that face lookin back in…) then, (and I am NOT making any of this up- honestly) in quick succession, a number of things happened… First, the smoke alarm in the kitchen went off (chicken pie misshap), and I jumped a mile. This was followed by the phone ringing (midnight, again)- and you guessed it. “Have you checked the children?…” As I shakily hung up the phone, and was already well into convincing myself it was my friend John pranking me (he denies it to this day), the Freaking breaker trips, and the house goes black… So here I am, outside the glass doors, around the side of the house (Ivy & spiderwebs), no flashlight, but with a white-knuckle grip on my Nunchakus (again, I was 15), suppressing the overwhelming urge to just curl up in a ball and wait for daybreak, I re-set the breaker, and then VERY cautiously checked the girls… I didn’t finish the “Eyes of Laura Mars”, and my chicken pie was unsaveable. Babysitting can be hell…

Ghosted by servo @ 10/17/2008 10:29 PM EDT

The TV movie “Return to Mayberry” scared the living shitzle out of me when that first aired back in ‘86. The subplot involving a “lake monster” was the culprit there. I remember the movie jump cutting to some giant monster feet trampling through the woods which made me piss myself.

SPOILER ALERT: Looking back the whole thing was pretty lame scare material as the “monster” was just some old guy in a costume. Also, being terrified of what is essentially an extended episode of “The Andy Griffith Show” is not something to be terribly proud of.

Ghosted by Chris D. @ 10/17/2008 10:43 PM EDT

I am not one to believe in ghosts at all, in fact I believe there are only Angels and Demons that cause us to either experience fear or comfort. Anyway, I used to be in a rock band, and we traveled wherever we could play a show at. In Ohio, we played at a venue that was part factory, part soup kitchen, part venue. We had the option of staying for free there that night, so naturally we did. Before the guys who owned the place left, they warned us of homeless people who broke in and did what they pleased. Anyway (back on track) around 2:30am me and the guys were playing pool, when we heard a faint voice whisper “hey”. We all looked up in fear and vouched that we all heard the voice. Not too many minutes later, we heard some girls giggling down the hallway, only for the classic “look and nobody is there” routine to follow. Freaked completely out, we ran up to the third level to go to sleep and forget it all, however upon reaching the top, we heard stomping all over the roof. Footsteps ran up and down the stairwell outside our door and such. Needless to say, we didn’t have to argue about leaving the place. The best part…it all took place on Halloween. Will never know what happened, it wasn’t teen pranks, or homeless people. My opinion…demons.

Ghosted by Anonymous @ 10/17/2008 11:22 PM EDT

By the way, the above comment was from Steve-O

Ghosted by Steve-O @ 10/17/2008 11:23 PM EDT

In terms of seeing shit as a kid that caused me trauma, the clown arm thing in Poltergeist, but really that goddamned skull-faced tar zombie in Return of the Living Dead. That thing was the source of my nightmares for years.

Ghosted by zharicant @ 10/17/2008 11:50 PM EDT

shankdaddy-x….I think you used to frequent the Paranormal/Conspiracy boards over at gamefaqs. There was a guy with the same name and he always had some way out tales to tell.

Ghosted by mandy_dancing skeleton _Reeves @ 10/18/2008 12:44 AM EDT

Define paranormal/conspiracy boards at gamefaqs if you will, for these kind of stories are a fantastic way to pass time,especially giving the season. If any ones ever heard of Woodstow, New Jersey, i used to have a trailer at a campground there, and when a tale like these came from someone during a night of sitting round a fire and drinking, always gave the night one more step to greatness.

Ghosted by precursor @ 10/18/2008 12:48 AM EDT

NC coast about 30 years ago my (now wife) girlfriend and I were goin on a very late night walk, 3 am, after partying. The beach is deserted and there is no moon out so its real dark. We see some movement up on the dunes ahead of us. At first i thought it might be a sea turtle layin eggs but then realize its much too big. It is a person digging in the sand. We both hightail it back home. A couple weeks later we find out a guy was caught and had admitted to burying bodies on the beach.

Ghosted by Meat @ 10/18/2008 1:54 AM EDT

Ever since I was about 4 my mom, who used to be an antique dealer, has had a long term business partner who is basically regarded as mine & my brother’s grandfather. He’s a wonderfully charming Frenchman, very intelligent, cultured & funny & has always held a personal collection of some pretty macabre pieces – from inquistion tools (thumbscrews, flails, bridles etc), old books on religious cleansing/exorcism/torture, human bones, right up to family portraits complete with recently deceased members – all housed in a little old wooden church/art gallery.
He wasn’t into personally, I think he just found it disrespectful to sell this stuff on after the history involved with it so he kept it. None of that really worried me though; I was one of those precocious kids who’d read most the books by the time I was 10.

What used to terrify me was a huge 7′ tall black French wardrobe that used to stand right in the centre of the church floor. It had these big carved lion’s claw feet, all this ornate wooden vine & leaf work running up the sides & crowned by an eagle’s head with these huge wings spread across the top, looking down on it all. And carved into the vines & leaves on the side were little faces, I was always told they were cherubs but no way in hell have I ever seen cherubs like that – they had little pointy twisted features & you’d swear that every time you looked at them their expressions had changed & they were waiting for you to slip up in some way. Also being that it was housed in an old wooden building, everything creaked. It was always locked too – even after getting reset, the keys would always go missing out of the lock.

For years & years I always imagined the wardrobe was a Gryphon (lions feet/eagle head) and that centuries ago it was a good, and had captured evil to keep safely locked inside.
Problem was that it had caught something – but it was something so evil it had leaked out of it’s Gryphon shaped prison & infected it to the point that it was evil as well. In my head I knew there was a tall, bony grey skinned…. thing…. that used to live in there. It had long thin claws & teeth but for some reason, never had eyes – it went by touch. And that it fed on children like me – hence the evil little faces trapped in the vines on the wardrobe.

Anyhow I moved away when I was older & it was gone when I came back years later. I never knew what happened to it – I assume it was sold. I wasn’t brave enough to ask, but I always hoped who ever bought it didn’t have kids. Ever since those days I’ve never been able to sleep with my feet uncovered or any limbs overhanging the edge of my bed. Over 20 years later the thought of it still scares me to the point of sleeping with a light on

Ghosted by luci dee @ 10/18/2008 2:14 AM EDT

Wow, these stories have me totally freaked out; I want my blankie…
I was reminded of a few other experiences while reading some of these… one I went to the Apache Junction Wal-mart at midnight (won’t say why, it’s not important) AJ in Arizona is what us Mesa residence call the trashy side of town (I’m not looking to offend anyone, I do have friends from AJ, but you find a lot of colorful characters there…) anyways, I had a guy stop me and ask me if I knew where to buy some weed… I don’t think I’d look the type to be looking for drugs, then again drugs DO kill brain cells… but he had an ominous air about him. and of course they had locked the doors I had parked in front of and had to make the LOOOONG walk back to my car in a very dark parking lot. I had my keys out the whole time just in case I had to use them as a weapon, waiting for the hand out of the darkness to scare the crap out of me! I wasn’t going down without a fight! I made it home safe and sound, however, and I will never EVER venture out into a midnight AJ without company!

Another was a babysitting job in San Tan. (passed Queen Creek; you take Hunt Hwy) I kept hearing a banging noise coming from outside. I braved the window that looked out past the dark front stoop and saw someone standing in front of the house, staring directly at us! The boys I was watching told me the kept seeing a light flashing next to their window; the drunk neighbors were setting off fireworks. I call the parents and tried to sound as brave as I could and asked if I needed to call the cops. They stopped soon after, but the long drive home (in nearly pitch darkness) was especially scary that night. Guess I was a little unnerved. I’m not usually scared of the dark if I’m in a moving car, and I;ve made the half hour drive-at-night so often, I’m not afraid, but I always dread my parents car crapping out on me while on the Hunt hwy. Makes you wonder why they call it ‘Hunt?’
My imagination always runs away with me when I’m scared! Reading these stories alone at night is NOT a good idea, lol!

Ghosted by Fuyoutakai @ 10/18/2008 5:12 AM EDT

I guess I’m a little late to the party, but oh well. My family and I are no strangers to the paranormal. We all have had many encounters and scary stories to tell, but I think I’ll just pick a few. Starting with early childhood. My (older) sister and I are downstairs in the basement at my grandparents house. We’re heading down there to get a capri sun from the fridge and we see a Teddy Ruxpin doll left there by one of our cousins. It’s sitting on a coffee table facing the couch with its batteries and stuff taken out and just laying there. We go to the fridge, get our drinks and pass by the table again. Teddy has done a 180 and is looking right at us now, then his mouth begins to open and make somekind of sound. We both scream and my sister grabs me and bolts up the stairs. We slam the door shut and grandma comes flying around the corner to see if we are ok. We tell her what just happened and she says “Oh honey, Teddy is broken right now and grandpa is trying to fix him”. Fastforward to 3 years ago. The other side of our dueplex is in need of renovations (new paint, remove all the old carpet and lay down new carpet along with lynolium) and I’m stuck doing it alone. I haven’t felt comfortable on that side of the house since my grandma died over there in 1999. She was a good person and we had the place built in 1992, so there is no strange history that would be the cause of the events I’m about to describe. The job took almost 3 weeks and every single day was pure hell. Most of the time I’d start work in the morning and go till almost dawn. Whenever I’d first walk over after being away for a few hours, I’d never know what to expect. Sometimes all my supplies would have been moved to a closet, some of them would have vanished into thin air, or maybe the tape and tarps would have been ripped up. The days overthere were bad enough. You had a constnat feeling of someone right behind you breathing down your neck, or you’d feel something touch your back, or you could lay a tool down for a second, look away and look back and it would be gone. This is in a totally empty house so there was no place for it to get lost. The nights were far far FAR worse. At nighttime everything would be ramped up to a factor of 10. You’d hear or even see a door slam itself shut, sometimes it would even lock itself. You’d hear random noises, sometimes like a scrape or scratch, othertimes it would sound like an animal snarling. For the most part I just delt with it becuase I was under a deadline. I would most of the time be able to go into a zen like thing while listening to Henry Rollins or Lewis Black or something in the background that I could focus on and block everything out. Well one day about half way through the job the sun is setting and I decide to take the night off. I have my stuff packed up and all the lights are shutoff and I’m heading for the door. In the very back of the house in the master bedroom I hear some horrible noise that starts moving down the hall and getting closer and closer to the livingroom where I am. I unlock the door and reach for the handle but the door will not budge. I’m 6′6 and around 300 lbs, I shouldn’t have a problem opening a door. But no matter how much I tug, it will not open. The noise (which now sounds like stomping of sorts) continues to get closer and I begin to panic inside and go over my options. I can A: keep trying to get the door open B: try and break a front window to crawl out of (seriously) C: make a run for the backdoor that goes right past the hallway this noise is traveling down and pray to god that it will open for me. I’m scared shitless at this point but I gather up what little stregnth I have left inside and yell “OPEN THE F#$!ING DOOR RIGHT NOW!” and try the handle one last time. It opens and I make my escape. I fumble for the keys and get the door locked and refuse to look in the front windows as I walk past them to get back to our side of the house. I do see out of the corner of my eye that the lights have turned themselves back on, but I didn’t care at that point, I just wanted to get away. Fastforward again to 2 weeks ago. Once again I am charged with repainting that side of the house. Thankfully this time it’s nowhere near as big of a job, I just need to repaint a few walls and make some repairs here and there. I went over in the afternoon on a friday to start the job and everything felt fine. I figure “hey, it will be ok this time, I can work through the night and maybe get this whole thing finished before the middle of next week”. Soon as the sun went down “it” came out in full force and even worse than it was 3 years before. It was like it went “Oh, it’s YOU again! Hahahah, awesome! I’ve got some new tricks to show you!”. This time everytime I turn my back to a doorway, I get the STRONG feeling of someone standing there with like a knife who’s just waiting to run at me and attack. There’s also a lot of things I see out of the corner of my eye. I can not get into my zen thing this time so around midnight I pack things up and go home. I work all day saturday and leave at sundown. I start again sunday morning and vow to get the entire job wrapped up that day no matter what the time is. I paint, clean up all my mess, and then I pull out the rug doctor to clean the carpets. It’s about 8PM when I start on the carpets and I keep having to stop to run home and get fresh buckets of water/cleaner to refill the machine which takes about 10 minutes total. It all adds up. Around 10 I have 1 1/2 rooms left to go and then I’m done for good. When I come back with another batch of water I notice footprints that are not mine in the freshly cleaned area. I rush through the last bit of carpet and then go back home to ask my mom to come along and just stand around while I pack up. Yeah I know that sounds really wimpy, but she’s delt with even worse paranormal stuff in her lifetime, I’d also like someone there to confirm what I’m seeing and have been feeling, which she does. Everything is packed up and placed outside and the house is locked up tight. As we’re bringing the stuff into our side we hear the noises next door start. It sounds like it’s opening and slamming doors shut. It pounds on the wall. It even turns the new garbage disposal on and off a few times. It’s trying anything to get out attention so we will go back over and investigate which we refuse to do. It went on for over a half hour till it finally gave up. And this stuff is just the tip of the iceberg.

Ghosted by Punisher Bass @ 10/18/2008 5:20 AM EDT

I had that broken up into paragraphs, not sure why it came out in one big chunk like that.

Ghosted by Punisher Bass @ 10/18/2008 5:21 AM EDT

The scariest incident in my life was when me and my extended family, (grandparents, aunties etc) were holidaying in the Lake District in England. I was about thirteen. We were staying in a really old manor house in the middle of nowhere. Anyhow, it got to my bedtime, so I went and ran myself a bath.
Now this bath was like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It was one of those ones with the legs, and it was right in the middle of the bathroom. Anyhow, I ran my bath, but realised I’d forgotten something, so ran back to get it. When I came back to the bathroom, the bath had been completely drained, and was bone dry, as if no water had even been in it. As i stood there in dismay, confused about what had happened, a heard a child giggle behind me, the door slam, and footsteps running off. Thing was, I was the only child on the holiday, and no-one had been upstairs at the time.
I still don’t know what happened. :S

Ghosted by IncrediKatie @ 10/18/2008 5:30 AM EDT

Wow, Punisher, that’s terrifying. And my post ate my formatting too.

Did you guys ever look to see if there was a history of weirdness on the land? My friend’s mom had a house built and it was a very spooky place; we figure something happened before they built to account for it.

Ghosted by LemonWitch @ 10/18/2008 5:30 AM EDT

Well it’s said that this entire area was built over old Indian burial grounds. But that’s the same story you get all over the country, so I don’t know just how much stock to put into it. I can’t exactly go door to door in my suburb and ask “have you had any paranormal stuff happen since you’ve lived here?” you know.

Paranormal stuff has tended to follow or crop up around my family for years no matter where we are.

Ghosted by Punisher Bass @ 10/18/2008 5:56 AM EDT

Vince Vega– What you’re describing in your post are hypnopompic hallucinations. I have these all the time, sometimes every morning for a week at a stretch. Your eyes and brain haven’t quite finished dreaming, so they start making stuff up. It’s a lot spookier after daybreak when the bedroom is well lit.

The classic hallucinations involve bugs and impossibly giant spiders. One time I watched thousands of ants drag my shoe across the floor. Another time, the top right corner of my room peeedl back like the corner of a page to reveal a billowing blue curtain that presumably led to some other dimension. I also get the classic “dark shadowy figure by the side of the bed,” but that one is mercifully rare.

My life has been chock full of surreal and impossible experiences. And since I’m a very critical, cynical sort of person, they like to make sure they happen when other people are around. Personally, I like to have my assumptions about reality tripped up from time to time, so I tend to be cautiously intrigued instead of pant-wettingly frightened.

I have some advice for people like Punisher who have to deal with weird shit on a regular basis. You can undermine the potency of these forces by refusing to personify or mythologize them in your mind. Don’t let them be ghosts or demons or Indian burial grounds. The only thing that intimidates them is when you acknowledge them while acting completely unimpressed. When they slam the door and stomp up the hall, roll your eyes and say, “Can this wait? I’m busy.” The next time you hear them pounding next door, pound back and tell them to keep it down.

Ghosted by Phenlandia @ 10/18/2008 11:02 AM EDT

Steve-O, I agree with you on the “ghosts”=demons idea.

Ghosted by Teddy Ray @ 10/18/2008 1:14 PM EDT

Wow some really scary stories on here… awesome thread!

So here are some of my scary moments

The episode of Webster where he is looking at a marionette… the creepy eyes staring back at him still scare me and I believe this is why I have a phobia to dolls

Another episode of Webster where he is in a secret room and there is a doll sitting on a rocking chair and the wind blows and makes it rock. Just another reason for my doll phobia.

I once woke up in the middle of the night and saw a figure standing next to my bed. The only thing I could make out of it was that it was green. I must say I did what vince vega did and thought about this in a logical way that it can’t really be there; I then thought to myself “whatever” and fell back asleep. Only until the next day did it really creep me out.

I had another hallucination where I woke up and there was an enormous snake in my bed. OMFG! I leapt out of my bed and ripped the blankets off trying to figure out where it went. Then I realized it was never there and VERY carefully got back into bed.

Ghosted by Kambius @ 10/18/2008 1:16 PM EDT

I have to agree with whoever mentioned the monsters from The Descent. I saw it one night while I was living in this tiny college town where everything was within walking distance. Inexplicably, in order to get from my boxy, impersonal apartment complex, I had to walk on this long, flat stretch of road bordered on one side by dense trees. The town was in the middle of the plains, so it didn’t make sense to me ever, but even less sense that night. When I finally got home, I heard a clicking from the closet in my bedroom. It was, of course, just my water heater, but I called my friend and we spent the night at the truck stop drinking coffee and laughing at how absurd we were being. But even when I returned home in the morning and was washing my face, I couldn’t bring myself to look up in the mirror because I was convinced I would see one of those creatures behind me in the reflection. I don’t get scared at many things, but that movie hit all the right points.

Ghosted by terfegherte @ 10/18/2008 1:49 PM EDT

Who thinks that luci dee’s grandfather was an ancient French sorcerer?

Ghosted by kingklash @ 10/18/2008 2:21 PM EDT

There was an episode of MacGuyver with Teri Hatcher where she inherited an old house from an aunt of something. There was some mentally challenged guy living in the walls that would stare out at here and stuff. All that POV camera work drove me nuts.

I’m also told that when I was younger I saw a TV show on how eventually the Earth is going to fall into the sun and I’d keep crying and ask my parents how long until that happened.

John Carpenter’s “The Fog” on TV.

Ghosted by Dane @ 10/18/2008 2:58 PM EDT

Oh, and the epidose of Amazing Stories where the guy kept seeing the creepy demon/man thing in mirrors and it got closer every time.

Ghosted by Dane @ 10/18/2008 3:01 PM EDT

Long time reader…first time poster. Love the site, Matt ! I’ve also had sleep paralysis LOTS since childhood. Once incident (I belive it was sleep paralysis at any rate…I’ve studied it a bit on account of this very episode and it has all the hallmarks, but this one seemed…like there was something evil around me) I rememeber vividly was one night I was staying the night at my cousins house and sleeping in the guestroom. I was laying there…I start feeling tingly and very, very warm. I’m laying on my side and it’s like something forces my eyes open, but the rest of me won’t move. I see…a face that I couldnt quite make out right in front of mine and some sort of flash of light, and then this deep burning/tingling sensation, this was more pronounced then at first. Scared the living fuck out of me and I never slept in that room again. I’ve just had lots of scary/weird/unexplained stuff happen to me over the years. There are a hell of alot of stories/legends locally. And this is going to sound weird….I know…but does anyone remember that Halloween ep of “Growing Pains” where the sister goes out on a date and then her real date comes by to get her and one of the brothers says “If you’re whats her names date…then who did she just leave with ?” I think it was a two parter. I really don;t know why I’m sitting inside on a beautiful Saturday at 2:13 writing about ghosts and frigging Growing Pains….Was never a fan really..but for some reason I recall that episode.

Ghosted by Austin @ 10/18/2008 3:15 PM EDT

Long time reader, first time poster. Love the topic.

Scary movie moment: I went with a friend to see “The Ring” when it first came out and was suitably freaked. My parents had gone to visit some out of town family members, so when I got back to my house I was alone for the night. To get my mind off the The Ring, I decided to watch a comedy. We had this drawer full of old VHS tapes, so I pulled one out (don’t remember which one) and put it in the VCR. I guess I had neglected to rewind it the last time I had watched it years ago, because when I pressed play, static filled the screen. Instantly expecting Samara to crawl out of my TV, I reached for the remote and turned the TV off. “No big deal”, I though.

Then the friggin phone rings. I swear, I jumped high enough to enough to check the wattage in the ceiling light.

Also, I’m not sure why, but every once in a while I’ll wake up in absolute terror. Heart racing, adrenaline pumping, short of breath, the works. When this happens, I fly out of bed and turn on the light, convinced that there’s something horrifying in the room with me. I guess it’s because I was having a nightmare, but since I can never remember my dreams, I can’t be sure.

Ghosted by Nick @ 10/18/2008 3:55 PM EDT

First post ever! I have two, I’ll try to keep them short! When I was 21 I lived in a huge old house with my ex-boyfriend and four of our friends. One night I was the only one left at home, I was quietly reading in the living room, just enjoying an evening without the craziness of 5 roommates. My dog, a rottweiler, had been oddly clingy all night, and she suddenly started loudly growling. I looked up, and crossing the living room doorway from the basement was this dirty middle-aged guy, wearing flannel, with a long zz tops beard. I had this irrational thought that if I didn’t move, he wouldn’t be able to see me, but I finally grabbed Maggie and ran out the front door. I went to a corner store a few blocks away and called the police, and here comes the scary part – the police searched the house and found a window broken in the basement with boxes piled under it and blankets and some of our dishes and things on the floor. This guy had been living in our basement for who knows how long, and because I was so quiet he apparently thought that no one was home and was making himself a little snack in our kitchen. The police never found him.

This next incident has scarred me for life, probably more than anything else. I was around 4 or 5, up late watching TV at my Nanny’s house. She had the typical old-lady hairstyle, short on the sides, longer and curly on the top, and she would wrap her whole head in toilet paper at night to preserve the beauty parlor look, I guess. Well, she goes upstairs to do this, and while she’s up there puts this thick green goop on her face. When she came downstairs in her zip up housedress, with her head wrapped in toilet paper, totally green face, I suddenly realized that she spent her days hiding the fact that she was really a witch, and had me alone and was going to eat me. It’s funny now, but I was so terrified that I couldn’t move, and when she went upstairs to wash off the green gunk, I called my mom to come and pick me up, babbling about how Nanny was a witch and was going to make me into candy. I still don’t completely trust her, does anyone else wrap their head in toilet paper to sleep? Is this singular to my grandmother?

Ghosted by Leahmay @ 10/18/2008 4:03 PM EDT

Holy CRAP, Leah!!! That is TERRIFYING! Urgh! What did you guys do after the police had come?

And no, your gramma’s not the only one t do stuff like that, don’t worry.

Ghosted by LemonWitch @ 10/18/2008 4:58 PM EDT

During Mardi Gras two or three years ago, my friend and I were walking back to my car after a parade. (Note: we hadn’t been drinking, oddly.) The problem was, even though I had remembered the intersection where I had parked, we couldn’t find my car no matter how hard we tried. So here we are, two New Orleans natives hopelessly lost in a quiet, old residential neighborhood of our own hometown. We wandered around literally for an hour just going around in circles trying to find my car as it got progressively later and colder. Now, New Orleans is littered with cemetaries in the oddest places. So it wasn’t really a surprise when we turned a corner and found ourselves standing in the middle of one. It was completely deserted and we decided to cut across it to get to the street on the other side. Just as we were nearing the middle, I started laughing, and found myself completely unable to stop. And these weren’t just some nervous titters. I was giving these extremely loud, gutteral guffaws. I couldn’t walk and had to kneel on the ground. And I just remember trying to mentally fight off panic because I was having trouble drawing breaths and thought I would suffocate. At the same time I had started laughing, my friend who was with me started sobbing. She told me later that she was suddenly terrified for no reason. She even wet herself. And we’re not talking about kids, here. She pulled me up off the ground and we rushed out of the cemetary. Moments later, after I had stopped laughing, we found my car. I still have absolutely no idea what happened in there.

Ghosted by wilding @ 10/18/2008 5:41 PM EDT

lemonwitch: The house that we rented was two hundred years old, and spooky as hell to begin with, which I loved, but this just made it so much creepier! The basement had a coal cellar with a coal chute that we already had locked, and we boarded up the window until it could be fixed. From that point on, though, anytime someone was missing beer or peanut butter, or any other thing that will go missing when living with so many people, it was always blamed on Basement Guy.

Ghosted by Leahmay @ 10/18/2008 5:57 PM EDT

whenever i look at my window at night. that always scares me

Ghosted by Maureen @ 10/18/2008 10:13 PM EDT

My family lives in a really old farm house in Maine. It used to be a big huge chicken and canning operation, but that closed down years ago. A son of the family was killed somewhere “in the European theater” in WWII, and we have a few of the love letters he wrote to his sweetheart that were found in the house. When renovating the roof and an upstairs bathroom we found a few bottles of snake oil and an ancient lantern chimney. A lot of really weird things have happened there. The first night we moved in I woke up, rolled over in bed and saw the silhouette of a HUGE dog in the doorway, illuminated by the bathroom light. We have a german shepard, but she is show dog size and not very big. The dog I saw was a great dane. I remember thinking it was odd but had a feeling it was just checking me out – so I rolled over and went back to sleep. A few years later my Dad took a job out of state and my Mom went with him. I had a really good job there, so my sister and I stayed behind to take care of the 10+ room house ourselves. It was the dead of winter and my parents were coming home for a visit, so my sister and I were cleaning the house up. My job let me make my own hours, so I generally was up until 2 or 3 am… which was the time it was when this occured. I had just finished vacuuming and my sister came into the kitchen to talk to me. As we’re chatting I’m looking past her into the dining room, her back is to the door. I see walking behind her the upper shoulder and collar of a grey men’s suit. Not a whole body, just this part – it walks past the door into the old cellar door (now a jelly cupboard). She said all the color drained from my face and I went white. She said, and I quote. “There’s something behind me isn’t there?” Another sister owns the farm adjacent to ours, and our property connects. One night we went out to sit on a bench my brother in law built in the back field. Darkness is falling, and as we’re chatting we see this light walking up the tree line between our fields. It wasn’t a flashlight, it looked like a lantern. We asked, but none of the family had been out there and I still don’t know who it was. After we did some renovations to the house stuff picked up a LOT. One night my sister and I were sitting in a room adjacent to her bedroom. As it’s winter and that room had poor heat, we had tacked a sheet up over her bedroom door to keep the heat that was in that room, in there. The lights are on in her room. We are watching TV in this room when we hear someone come running, POUNDING, across the dining room downstairs, up the stairs, across her room and then nothing, it was so hard you could feel the floor vibrate…. we both turned on instinct, feeling as if someone was going to jump through that sheet and attack us, but there was no one in her room and no shadows had been cast on the sheet. My Dad and I were the only ones home on a summer day shortly after renovations had begun. I’m upstairs in my bedroom on the computer, he’s downstairs in the library, these rooms are right on top of one another. He comes to the bottom of the stairs out of the library and asks me if I had come downstairs a moment ago, to which I answer No, my butt was still planted in the chair. Not even 10 minutes later he saw “me” or a “young girl” come down the stairs again, past the library door and walk into the dining room. Another time my parents were sitting in the lodge, another bright summer day, and see someone in a light shirt and dark pants walk past the picture window and into the field out back. They went outside to look but there was no one around. My Mother also saw a woman’s head covered in a bonnet walk past the dining room window outside. I’ve got a bunch more stories, but this is kind of long!

Ghosted by arashi @ 10/19/2008 12:05 AM EDT

Now that had breaks in it, and previewed correctly but posted in a run on mess.

Ghosted by arashi @ 10/19/2008 12:06 AM EDT

Well, I’m super late to the game here, but this is way too awesome a thread to pass up. Just a warning though – my stories are really lame.

Okay, first one: So, it was my seventh birthday, and I loved nature shows. I was watching TV with my sister, who was 16, and thought that ‘When Animals Attack’ sounded like a good choice – since it had the word ‘animals’ in it. BAD DECISION. It featured a story about a girl, about my age, who had been attacked by a cougar and had half her face ripped off – and gleefully lingered on all the gory details, including just how terrifying it was to feel something gnawing on your head and not being able to get away. Holy shit, I didn’t sleep for weeks. I was always terrified that a cougar would jump in through my window and eat me – which seemed reasonable to me since I lived in a small town in the bush, but I didn’t take into account the fact that a cougar would need a ladder to reach my window. For about a year I would lie in bed with my eyes closed and slowly become more and more certain that I could feel a cougar’s breath on my neck, and that if I opened my eyes I would see it and it would eat me. Strange thing is, during the day I was REALLY fascinated by them, and would read every book I could find about cougars. Go figure.

Up until a few months ago, when I moved away, I used to look after my sister’s house and pets (all 500 million of them) whenever she and her husband went away. Well, I’m not so good with being alone at night, especially since her house is in the area where all the delinquent teenagers like to hang out (I should point out that I have always had a nearly debilitating fear of teenagers, even when I was one). Anyways, there have been a few times in her house when I would be trying to fall asleep and for some reason would start thinking about what would happen if someone tried to break in. As I continued down this line of thought I would become absolutely certain that there was a man standing in my room with a knife, just staring at me. Sometimes my eyes were closed when I felt this, and sometimes they were open. I would just stare and stare at the spot where I thought he was, trying in vain to see him in the dark.

Now, scary movies/tv shows (aside from the cougar one):

A show called ‘A Haunting in Connecticut’ that I watched a few years ago in the middle of the night. It had this red-eyed devil looking guy show up suddenly at one point and I imagined him standing outside my bedroom door all night. Slept with the light on.

The three seconds I saw of Jurassic Park when I was little, in which a person was torn in half, with very realistic entrails.

A Nightmare Before Christmas (still hate that movie), The Sandlot (it had a scary junk yard dog and I was really little, okay?) and parts of Alice in Wonderland.

That time I watched The Blair Witch Project alone, in the dark, at two in the morning. Another ’sleep with the light on’ night.

And, last but not least, scary (at the time) dreams:

Two years old – I dreamt that a giant raisin fell from the sky and crushed my house. My mom said I was absolutely terrified.

Seven-ish – A giant duck (I know, I know, but it was horrible) chased me around and bit my ear off, and when I tried to kill it by shrinking it and biting it in half (yeah, wtf?) it just turned into TWO giant ducks. Fuck.

Eighteen – I dreamt that I was exploring a haunted house with some guy and his sister and as we were walking from room to room, the guy became possessed. He then went totally nuts, grabbed a chainsaw, and told his sister that he’d “always wanted to do this” as he tried to chop her up. Her and I ran out and back to the car as fast as we could, and didn’t even stop to warn these other guys that were just heading in. When we reached the car, I suddenly woke up. I looked over at my alarm clock and thought it was weird that the numbers were green, since they’d always been red before. Then I got up to go to the bathroom, still feeling frightened from the dream, and when I got there and tried to turn on the light, it wouldn’t work. After flicking it a few times, I figured I’d just find my way by touch. But as I started feeling around, I realised I was back in my bedroom. I couldn’t turn the light on in my bedroom either and kept trying to get to the bathroom but always ended up in back in my bedroom. Finally I got so freaked out that I woke up (again). Looked at my alarm clock again, and thank god, the numbers were red.

Oh, there was also this one time when I was fifteen when I babysat for my sister’s friend while they went out partying. Her and another friend got back around 4 AM-ish and passed out in the master bedroom. At about 5 AM I heard footsteps coming towards the room I was sleeping in. Now, I was not asleep, since I had a bad case of insomnia all night, but my eyes were closed. I heard the door open and saw the light come on, but thought it was probably my sister’s friend checking on me. About fifteen seconds later the light turned off and whoever it was went away. But a few minutes later, they were back and flicked on the light again. I thought this was weird, but still kept my eyes shut. The person just stood there for a while, then turned the light off and went away again. Another few minutes, and they were back again. This time I was kind of scared. I kept my eyes closed, hoping they’d go away again, but they didn’t. I could feel eyes watching me and then there were footsteps coming towards my bed. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore and opened my eyes. There was a strange man standing over me. He noticed I was awake, and quickly retreated out of the room. Terrified, I tried to act like nothing had happened, so I grabbed my book from beside the bed and started reading. About half an hour later, I heard the two friends in the master bedroom talking about something the guy had just done, and they mentioned that he was still in the house - sitting in the living room to be precise. Apparently, he was a drunk acquaintance of theirs who they had left passed out in their car. It would seem he woke up at some point and made it into the house, at which time he started causing trouble. Eventually they called my sister and her boyfriend to come over and get rid of the guy (my sister can be pretty scary, lol). It’s kinda funny that just a few hours earlier I had been trying to get scared watching this awesome show ‘Fear’ on YTV. I wasn’t so thrilled about being actually scared.

Sorry that was so long and lame, but I did warn you that the stories were stupid, and you could always scroll past ‘em, right?

Ghosted by Frakkyfire @ 10/19/2008 5:26 AM EDT

Nick’s story about The Ring reminds me of when the wife and I watched it. She was sitting on the couch, I was lying in the floor. When they showed “the video” for the first time, I slipped my cell phone out of my pocket and called our house phone. It scared her to death…until I started laughing uncontrollably.

Ghosted by Teddy Ray @ 10/19/2008 12:30 PM EDT

Something I forgot about… one night I was with two friends driving to the video store. It had been raining off and on that day, so the roads were still wet. My friend who was driving was going fast and showing off a little, since we were on a back road. Well, she turned a corner too fast and the next thing we knew, the car spun around, slid to the edge of the road and flipped upside down into the ditch. I was damn near hysterical but managed to undo my seatbelt and crawl out of the car via the broken back windshield. Thankfully none of us were hurt, unless you count the car. One of the scariest experiences of my life… as a result, I’m uber-careful when driving in rain.

Ghosted by Cheetara @ 10/19/2008 2:13 PM EDT

Long-time reader, first-time poster, I think. Love this website, love this thread, I’m gushing.

I’ve never had a paranormal experience, but I’ve had plenty described to me. My mother told me that when she was in her twenties she was pinned down to her bed once by demons who proceeded to shake her mattress and suffocate her. Spooky. My friend Sophie said she was at her work all alone, and a coffee cup threw itself across the room. And both she and my friend Jazzy had crazy, Hispanic, witch-doctor grandmas that performed exorcisms and practiced Santeria. One of Jazzy’s aunts described waking up in the middle of the night and following a woman in white down their street. A sibling caught up to her and asked if she’d been sleep-walking to which she replied, “No, I’m awake.”

The only one that truly scared me though was my boyfriend’s story. We’d been dating a month or so and we were chatting on the phone. Somehoe we started talking about his house, and I remarked how huge it was. He proceeded to tell me that it used to be a sort of camp lodge for kids who wanted to see the mountains. The building was owned by the ice rink nearby. He said that when they moved in, the downstairs was all one room filled with bunkbeds, and to this day his bathroom has multiple toilets and showers.

I thought that was pretty cool, but was ready to move on to another subject, when he told me there was even a little kid ghost that lived there. That was enough to make me pay attention. Now, I can’t recall whether he ever saw it, but he said that every female who’d spent time in his house had: mom, sisters, brother’s girlfriends. He described one girlfriend’s encounter.

His brother’s room was on the top story of the house along with the parents’ room and one of the sisters. Apparently, he and the girlfriend were hanging out and after a while, she got up to go to the bathroom. She went, did her business, and started to head back to the bedroom. But when she opened the bathroom door, there, at the top of the stairs was a little girl sitting and crying. The girl looked up at her, then bolted into a room down the hall. The girlfriend nonchalantly walks back into the brother’s room and says, “I didn’t know you had such a young sister?” To which he of course replies, “I don’t.” I was terrified to use that bathroom the entire summer my boyfriend was in town. Never saw the little thing, thank God.

Now I know this post is getting long, but I have one more story and this one actually happened to me.

A few years ago, I was a freshman just about to start summer vacation. I was hanging out with two people I was just really getting to know, and this night was actually the beginning of a fairly long friendship. We were at my house, and we had managed to get some alcohol. So we were having a good old time, laughing and talking and being dumb. Summer was just a few days away and we were naturally very excited.

The night wears on, and eventually it’s around 11:30. My friend Cameron says she has to go home, because we still have school the next day, but it’s too late for her to get a ride. She lives at the very bottom of a long, long road and doesn’t want to walk alone, so she asks if we’ll come with her. Of course we will, we say, and so we all being our trudge.

My other friend, Patrick, is getting rowdy. He’s making a lot of noise, running around and just generally being stupid. Cameron and I pay little attention and talk amongst ourselves. Eventually, though, Patrick gets too rambunctious. He starts to pull out street signs and toss them downhill into people’s yards. We’re laughing, but we tell him to cut it out and walk next to us. So we’re all walking abreast and it’s very dark. We’re only a quarter of the way there.

Then, for some reason, I look behind us. I don’t know if I heard a noise, or just got a bad vibe, but I paused and looked back and saw someone following us about twenty or thirty feet off. He’s completely in shadow, so there’s just this dark figure keeping pace with us. I tell Cameron and Patrick to look. We glance at each other and at the exact same moment, we start to run. This guy bolts after us, and starts yelling, “Don’t you run! I kill people who fucking run!” Which only makes us run faster.

Patrick disappears, a fact we never let him forget even years later. Me and Cameron are huffing and puffing our way, not even bothering to look behind us, just trying to go as fast as we can. She was a smoker at the time, and I was overweight so we weren’t having an easy time of it. This was in addition to a very important fact that I learned about myself: I can run and hold my bladder, or I can run and scream. Guess which seemed more important?

After what felt like ten minutes, we hear footsteps sharp behind us. We probably would have fainted had it not just been Patrick reermerging from the trees. We lectured about how shitty it was to leave two girls to fend for themselves, and continued on the three of us. After a few minutes, we encountered a car. We ran in front of it and told the driver to stop. It was an older couple in a really nice sedan, and we begged them to drive us to Cameron’s house. They were skeptical and offered to drive behind us as we walked. So there we were, walking arms linking down the middle of the road while this car follows at 3 MPH. We were close, probably 3/4 of the way there when a white SUV came up behind the sedan.

The SUV swerves around the other car, coming up right beside us. The guy reaches out the car window and slaps Patrick on the back of the head, yelling, “Don’t you worry! I’ll fucking find you!” He speeds off and the sedan follows. We sprint the rest of the way to Cameron’s and call the police. Apparently, the couple followed the guy as far as the local bar and then decided to call it quits and have a drink. The police never found him as far as I know.

And people wonder why I stay inside my safe room and read X-E all day? Hahaha.

Ghosted by AIF @ 10/19/2008 7:04 PM EDT

Oh, and the movie Return to Oz, especially those fuckin wheelers. That whole movie just has a sinister vibe.

Ghosted by Cheetara @ 10/19/2008 8:07 PM EDT

Return to Oz is insanely dark. I watched it with religious regularity as a kid. It’s a beautiful movie, but you can see why it bombed at the box office. My favorite part was when the witch’s disembodied head woke up and yelled, “DO-RO-THY GAAAALE!!” Not what you expect from Disney at all.

It seems like there was a lot more dark entertainment when I was a kid. Something Wicked This Way Comes, Labyrinth, Count Duckula, The Goonies. You couldn’t sell anything like that today. Everything has to be cutesy and hip.

Ghosted by Phenlandia @ 10/19/2008 9:39 PM EDT

OH MAN, all Momby’s heads screaming at once as her beheaded body starts to chase Dorothy… no wonder I was such a fucked up kid who developed a taste for the macabre. Another part that scared the shit out of me is when Dorothy and Ozma are escaping from the hospital. You can hear this horrible moaning in the hallway, and Ozma tell Dorothy that there are patients who have been damaged and locked in the cellar. That movie is creepy to the max, which is why I love it.

I know exactly what you mean about the disappointing lack of darker entertainment these days… Sad, very sad. There were things we saw as kids that screwed with our heads, but I think it made us all the more interesting.

Ghosted by Cheetara @ 10/19/2008 10:04 PM EDT

When I was a kid, I was afraid of nuclear war. I blame school disaster drills and too much TV watching in the 80’s.

Ghosted by Hope @ 10/20/2008 4:22 AM EDT

two events:
As a kid I was taken on a visit to a ‘friend of the family’. Thier daughter’s room was at the end of a long dark hall. She had a pink room or a pink lamp that cast a reddish glow in the room. The topper was one of those life-size dolls that stood in the corner and looked down the hall at you. Looking into your soul to see how your innocent heart would feed its evil spirits within …. It totally felt that way at the time. I spent the whole evening in the living room with a bladder ready to burst because I couldnt get to the bathroom without walking past the hall-of-doom. Years later when the Shining (original) came out I coulnt watch it all because of the sceen where you see the pigman in the room totally brought that moment back.

As an adult I was mugged by a dude with a shotgun while my wife was pregnant with our first child. As soon as the guy stepped outta the shadows and I saw what he was holding I froze and looked away. The whole time I was fishing out my wallet and handing over my stuff I kept thinking ‘I must still be alive because I havn’t heard the BANG.’ Fortunately the guy just took my keys, watch, wallet and bag. The police caught him less than 2 hours later and I had most of my stuff back that very night. He was appearently a bit of dumbass …. with a sawed-off shotgun.

As scary as the adult experience was, its the childhood experience that still gets my hands cold when I think about

Ghosted by Ubernerd @ 10/20/2008 12:00 PM EDT

My wife wasnt there at the time of the mugging … that would have made it much much scarier. I always add that part ‘while my wife was pregnant …’ becuase it was the most significant event going on in my life at the time and made those moments with a gun pointed at me seem more tragic while I waited for what happened next.

Ghosted by Ubernerd @ 10/20/2008 12:30 PM EDT

OMG,
I hate bad dreams, I had one few years back, and I will never forget it. I dreamt that I was at a faire, and my parents were with me, I was looking in different tents, and I came across a tattoo artist. I told him that I wanted a butterfly on my ear, but then I changed my mind to sun and moon. All of a sudden, a deafing nose came outside, people were screaming, I Looked out of the tent and people were running in every direction, Sirens like air raids were going off, the air was so hot, I tried looking for my parents, and saw them on the other side of the field. We ran towards each other, but just as we reached each other something enomormus fell from the sky right in front of us.

Ghosted by Kupo @ 10/20/2008 3:09 PM EDT

Lemonwitch wins the internet. Quickly followed by AIF’s story, in my opinion.

What frightens me most about those stories is that they were being pursued by real, flesh and blood people, with unknown agendas. It’s the part about not knowing that this guy has in store for you when he catches you that chills my blood.

Sure, ghosts ‘n’ goblins and things bumping in the night are always kind of creepy, but I find solid, flesh-and-blood creatures with menace on their minds to be far, far scarier.

Ghosted by tanta07 @ 10/20/2008 4:40 PM EDT

So The Gate was be all end all the scariest movie I had ever seen as a kid. We watched it one Halloween night in the dusty basement of my friends house. The house was weird, it made strange noises, odd thuds and since the rest of the house was kept in pristine order, that only enhanced the creepiness of the basement… and that did NOT help while watching this movie at 1am while we were supposed to be asleep. Scared the living shit out of us. I think we were 10 at the time. The part where the hands come out from under the bed for some reason stuck with me… so simple and so cliche, yet it struck a cord… and we could have sworn we saw one of those little one eye’d demons coming down the stairs. I think we had every light in the house on in 6 minutes.

Flash forward some 13 years later… I had not seen or heard anything about the movie The Gate in those 13 years. Never saw it on TV, never rented it, never even thought about it except in those rare nightmares where you wake up drenched in sweat with that nerve in your forehead twitching. So I’m at a friend’s house (different friend) and there’s about 9 of there, we’re all loafing around drinking, smoking, doing what you do on a wednesday night and somehow the conversation comes up… What was the scariest movie you’ve ever seen. Everyone is recounting memories of Jason and Freddy when I decide to conjure up my darkest fears about the movie The Gate… as I’m talking one of the girls who’s idling listening decided to click on the TV, what the fuck would be ON THE TV?! THE MOTHERFUCKING GATE!! right at the part where good old Steve Dorff is outside reading from the book. Everyone in the room just sat there staring at the screen, blank expressions painted on their faces… double whammy. Scared two times by the same movie.

I have not seen the movie since that first time as a kid and the subsequent 2 minutes of screen time on that night since like many fond childhood memories, this is an instance where I’d like to preserve my moments of sheer dread based on rose (blood?) colored glasses peering into the recesses of my memories. I’d rather not taint those memories by seeing the movie as laughable as it surely is.

Ghosted by Double G @ 10/20/2008 6:12 PM EDT

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre scared the life out of me. This was back in the 70’s, before you could just look it up on the internet to find out it’s was fiction. I lived off the east side of Houston at the time, about 45 minutes from where the movie was filmed – though I didn’t know it at the time. All I knew was that the landscape and the thorny scrub brush looked the same in my area as from the film. Hit me pretty close to home.
I always expected some screaming chainsaw freak to come screeching out of the thorns at us.
To this day the sound of power tools makes me jumpy.

Ghosted by Bobby K. @ 10/21/2008 1:58 AM EDT

Long time reader (Since around ‘03 or ‘04, my Middle School years blend together), first time comment poster. I think this subject is special to me, because this is the reason I found this website in the first place.

When I was 5, I saw my brother watching Child’s Play on tv. I asked what it was, noticing the friendly looking Good Guy Doll, reminding me of my hand-me-down My Buddy. My brother quickly changed the channel, knowing I would cry, scream, and rat him out to mom had I watched any further into the film.

This only rose my curiosity more… What ever it was, he didn’t want me to see it. Why, oh why would my own brother not want me to see a movie dedicated to cool dolls that it was alright for boys to own? I formulated a plan quickly…

I took note that he hit “Up” on the remote, and thanks to the channel display in the corner of the screen when you change, I little subtraction lead me to knowing exactly which channel to watch. I got my older sister to come with me to my room, hoping that if I got caught watching what ever it was I wasn’t supposed to watch I could pin the blame on her.

I kept promising her “something cool” as I turned on my old black and white tv… It was only a few seconds later did I see Chucky spring to life and attack Andy’s mom.

From that moment on, I hated anything Child’s Play. Any room with dolls in it that weren’t baby dolls, any video aisle with Child’s Play sitting on the shelf, any Spencer Gift’s with a Chucky Doll in their display window, and any bootleg drawing of Chucky Finster that somehow made him look maleviolent. I’ve seen all the possibilities and pissed myself infront of them.

When I turned 13 I made friends with a horror movie nut, who would not let me hang out with him until I solved his riddle. “Hail to the…” granted, I didn’t hear of Evil Dead until the day after when my mom bought me the trilogy on DVD, but I DID play Duke Nukem. “Hail to the King” allowed me into his kingdom of slasher flicks and autographed Bruce Campbell books.

He helped me get over my fear of Chucky, something he once had as well. I watched the second movie first, the comic relief, and smart-ass remarks out of Chucky actually broke the fear for me. For 8 years I had this devilish imp in my mind, and never seen any of the movies, but knew his face well enough from brief, accidental glimpses of movie covers. I had him made out in my mind to be much scarier than he turned out to be.

My mom always says, when you face a fear you risk making it an addiction. I fell in love with horror films, and Child’s Play especially. I spent my usual time googling everything off the top of my head, and Child’s Play 2 took me to this site. I’ve visited once a week ever since.

There you go, my childhood trauma with a happy ending! Glad to be one of the many site goers!

Ghosted by Spen @ 10/21/2008 5:44 PM EDT

a few years ago i was going to midnight classes @ school. i was tying my shoes on the deck… suddenly the entire sky lit up brighter than daylight. a few seconds later it was pitch black again.

at the time i was sure the world was ending. nuclear bomb….. fireballs from the sky, etc….

but i went on through the night just fine…. like 3 yrs later i find out that it was an explosion like 1/2 mile away. it was a barn filled with welding gas.

scary.

Ghosted by ben @ 10/21/2008 10:06 PM EDT

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