Even if you’re an avid viewer of horror films, you probably don’t want to experience one in real life. It’s all fun and games when you’re safely seated on your sofa, but it’s a completely different ballgame when you’re legitimately scared for your life. And unfortunately, once you've been in a situation like that, it’s almost impossible to forget that it ever happened.
Reddit users have been sharing the most unsettling and unexplainable experiences they’ve ever had, so we’ve gathered a list of their creepiest stories below. We’ll warn you right now, pandas, that some of these tales might give you the heebie-jeebies. But if you love the thrill of being terrified, we hope you’ll enjoy these chilling stories!
#1
On the morning of my mother's funeral, I didn't want to get out of bed. I didn't want to socialize or thank people for coming. As I lay there, I felt the bed compress as if someone sat on it. I swear she was telling me one last time to get the f**k up before I'm late.
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#2
I've shared this story before and this still creeps me the hell out.
Growing up, there was this girl who always freaked the f**k out of the other neighborhood kids. For example, she told all the girls that in the forest behind her house there were "d**d, bloody people," in it. All the kids freaked out and told their parents which resulted in all the dads doing a search in the forest, only to find hot pocket wrappers and empty beer bottles. After that, all the neighborhood kids refused to go near her, including me. A few years later, my parents got a divorce. The day that the movers came to my dad's house to get my mom's stuff out, the girl comes out of nowhere. She said that "Matt" didn't like that my parents were getting a divorce.
My dad ended up telling me that Matt was her imaginary friend that was often too physical. Even though I stopped being friends with her, her parents were still friends with my dad. Her parents told my dad that Matt could control the lights, even making the power go out one time. Matt also knocked on doors at night, but if he was ignored, the banging on the doors would start.
Two years after my parents divorce, my dad decided that he would invite that whole family over to catch up. I was begging my dad not to but he said it would be nice. So when they came over, my dad said to show the girl my bedroom since I got a new TV. I show her to my room and she is acting normal and complimenting my room. I was still creeped out because she just sat on the floor while I tried to put a movie into my DVD player. And I s**t you not, but out of nowhere, mid conversation, in the most deadpan voice, she said, "Matt's here." At that exact moment, the lights flickered and I f*****g ran out of my room crying. Her parents ran into my room and dragged their daughter out and went home. I refused to sleep in my bedroom for weeks.
I haven't heard much from that family ever since then. I heard that Matt still controlled the lights but I don't know if he is still around. Even to this day, when the lights flicker or a bulb breaks, I still freak out.
Growing up, there was this girl who always freaked the f**k out of the other neighborhood kids. For example, she told all the girls that in the forest behind her house there were "d**d, bloody people," in it. All the kids freaked out and told their parents which resulted in all the dads doing a search in the forest, only to find hot pocket wrappers and empty beer bottles. After that, all the neighborhood kids refused to go near her, including me. A few years later, my parents got a divorce. The day that the movers came to my dad's house to get my mom's stuff out, the girl comes out of nowhere. She said that "Matt" didn't like that my parents were getting a divorce.
My dad ended up telling me that Matt was her imaginary friend that was often too physical. Even though I stopped being friends with her, her parents were still friends with my dad. Her parents told my dad that Matt could control the lights, even making the power go out one time. Matt also knocked on doors at night, but if he was ignored, the banging on the doors would start.
Two years after my parents divorce, my dad decided that he would invite that whole family over to catch up. I was begging my dad not to but he said it would be nice. So when they came over, my dad said to show the girl my bedroom since I got a new TV. I show her to my room and she is acting normal and complimenting my room. I was still creeped out because she just sat on the floor while I tried to put a movie into my DVD player. And I s**t you not, but out of nowhere, mid conversation, in the most deadpan voice, she said, "Matt's here." At that exact moment, the lights flickered and I f*****g ran out of my room crying. Her parents ran into my room and dragged their daughter out and went home. I refused to sleep in my bedroom for weeks.
I haven't heard much from that family ever since then. I heard that Matt still controlled the lights but I don't know if he is still around. Even to this day, when the lights flicker or a bulb breaks, I still freak out.
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#3
My dad is one of those completely serious types. I have hardly ever heard him laugh or crack a joke, so you pretty much take what he says seriously.
Anyway, we were watching some random TV show, UFO Files or Ancient Aliens, and I asked him if he believed in UFOs/aliens. He proceeds to tell me a story I had never heard him tell before.
Apparently, when he was a teenager, he and my great grandmother were on their back porch one evening (very rural southern Mississippi in '70s) and noticed a huge object hovering over the woodline a few hundred yards from the house. Then suddenly it ascended vertically at an impossible speed. He said he couldn't explain what it was and hasn't seen anything like that since.
Anyway, we were watching some random TV show, UFO Files or Ancient Aliens, and I asked him if he believed in UFOs/aliens. He proceeds to tell me a story I had never heard him tell before.
Apparently, when he was a teenager, he and my great grandmother were on their back porch one evening (very rural southern Mississippi in '70s) and noticed a huge object hovering over the woodline a few hundred yards from the house. Then suddenly it ascended vertically at an impossible speed. He said he couldn't explain what it was and hasn't seen anything like that since.
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#4
I have sleep paralysis and i woke up one night not being able to move and the grudge girl was a foot away from the left side of my face. With huge eyes and blood running down her face. I woke up in the morning with a puddle of p**s, I p**sed myself i was so scared.
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#5
This is a popular story passed on in our school.
A student just finished training (a sport I forgot) in the 9th floor of our Sports Center building.
She rode the elevator alone, and pressed the Ground floor button.
The elevator went down as expected, but stopped at the 8th floor and opened. She checked the floor but no one was there.
It also opened at the 7th, 6th and eventually all succeeding floors. She checked after every floor but no one was there.
The elevator opened again at the 2nd floor. She peeked outside, still empty.
She then pressed the close button.
It won't close.
Instead, flashing at the top of the floor number was a word.
It said,
*OVERLOAD*
She got out of the elevator as fast as she can.
A student just finished training (a sport I forgot) in the 9th floor of our Sports Center building.
She rode the elevator alone, and pressed the Ground floor button.
The elevator went down as expected, but stopped at the 8th floor and opened. She checked the floor but no one was there.
It also opened at the 7th, 6th and eventually all succeeding floors. She checked after every floor but no one was there.
The elevator opened again at the 2nd floor. She peeked outside, still empty.
She then pressed the close button.
It won't close.
Instead, flashing at the top of the floor number was a word.
It said,
*OVERLOAD*
She got out of the elevator as fast as she can.
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#6
Broke into an abandoned supermarket when I was 14. Not sure what I was expecting to find.
I was at the 2nd level of the 2-level building observing this wide open expanse-inside-a-building that had at one point been full of normal families shopping and employees working but which had now been forgotten.
I was thinking how odd it was that I was the only one who had likely been inside for several years. I heard rats rustling off in the distance. I had entered from a large ventilation duct from behind the building. I sat there still looking downward and considering whether to venture down and further into the store (and how I would get back out if I did).
I sat for a while considering but suddenly I heard a loud noise from the front of the store. I thought perhaps the owner was entering to survey or something. S**t, good thing I had stayed put high and out of view.
Two younger men entered moving suspiciously. They obviously were not the owners. It seemed like they were looking to loot anything that had been forgotten. They flashed flashlights around and then as they shined them to the right around the corner from the main entrance where they entered (the direction of the rats I heard rustling about) the light uncovered a man standing facing them about 5 yards from them.
This happened so fast but I will always remember it in detail, it is burned into my memory. The man jerked his head around to look at them. His face was leathery and he had brown hair. His hands were dirty with something. He yelled at them "you 3 are DEAD!" In the most terrifying voice I've ever heard. They ran, he chased, and I got out as fast as I could. Only later did it occur to me that I was the third one and he had been staring at me the entire time.
I was at the 2nd level of the 2-level building observing this wide open expanse-inside-a-building that had at one point been full of normal families shopping and employees working but which had now been forgotten.
I was thinking how odd it was that I was the only one who had likely been inside for several years. I heard rats rustling off in the distance. I had entered from a large ventilation duct from behind the building. I sat there still looking downward and considering whether to venture down and further into the store (and how I would get back out if I did).
I sat for a while considering but suddenly I heard a loud noise from the front of the store. I thought perhaps the owner was entering to survey or something. S**t, good thing I had stayed put high and out of view.
Two younger men entered moving suspiciously. They obviously were not the owners. It seemed like they were looking to loot anything that had been forgotten. They flashed flashlights around and then as they shined them to the right around the corner from the main entrance where they entered (the direction of the rats I heard rustling about) the light uncovered a man standing facing them about 5 yards from them.
This happened so fast but I will always remember it in detail, it is burned into my memory. The man jerked his head around to look at them. His face was leathery and he had brown hair. His hands were dirty with something. He yelled at them "you 3 are DEAD!" In the most terrifying voice I've ever heard. They ran, he chased, and I got out as fast as I could. Only later did it occur to me that I was the third one and he had been staring at me the entire time.
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#7
My friend's father passed away unexpectedly. The night before the burial his family wondered if they should hire a locksmith to open the safe in his closet, as they knew he had some personal effects that he might want to be buried with. They ultimately decided not to.
The next morning when they got to the funeral home the mortician commented that something tripped the alarm the night before, but there was no signs of entry or any people around. When they went into the parlor to see him, both my friend and his mom immediately saw a red leather portfolio tucked in the arms of the deceased. They knew that was where he kept his special items, family pictures, love letters she had sent him when he was in Vietnam, baby pictures, etc. They also knew he kept it locked in the safe in his bedroom. The safe they knew was closed and locked the night before. The safe that was in the room where my friend's mom slept that night and wasn't disturbed. The safe that was wide open when they got home later that day. It wasn't broken into, someone who knew the combination had opened it and as far as they knew the only person who knew the combination was the deceased.
It freaked everyone out but ultimately they were fine because it meant he wanted to be buried with those memories.
The next morning when they got to the funeral home the mortician commented that something tripped the alarm the night before, but there was no signs of entry or any people around. When they went into the parlor to see him, both my friend and his mom immediately saw a red leather portfolio tucked in the arms of the deceased. They knew that was where he kept his special items, family pictures, love letters she had sent him when he was in Vietnam, baby pictures, etc. They also knew he kept it locked in the safe in his bedroom. The safe they knew was closed and locked the night before. The safe that was in the room where my friend's mom slept that night and wasn't disturbed. The safe that was wide open when they got home later that day. It wasn't broken into, someone who knew the combination had opened it and as far as they knew the only person who knew the combination was the deceased.
It freaked everyone out but ultimately they were fine because it meant he wanted to be buried with those memories.
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#8
My brother was diagnosed with cancer when he was 3. A few days after his diagnoses, I was sitting out in the living room with my parents, and he walked out of his room. He said that a man named Tony was floating in the corner of his room, eating peppers, and telling him that he was OK, and he was watching over him. Tony was my dad's grandfather, who died before we were born. And he loved eating peppers. It was really strange, as my dad never really talked about him, especially nothing detailed like eating peppers. My parents freaked out a bit.
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#9
I grew up on the west coast of Ireland, in County Galway. One night when I was around 16 years of age I woke up in the middle of a f****n' gale with rain pelting the windows and wind whistling through the cracks.
Now on this night there was only meself and the mother and the sisters inside in the house as the father was away minding the cattle due to it being calving season. Normally I'd be helping him out, pulling calves out of cow's and the like, but not so on this night.
We had these spotlights to illuminate the outside of the house and one of these spotlights shone directly up into my window and even with the curtains closed it would lighten up the room. The shadows of branches and long blades of grasses would project onto the ceiling and the gale being what it was caused a frantic wildness to characterize this night's shadow play.
I watched the shadows on the ceiling and listened to the wind roar outside for a short while. In fairness though I was busting for a p**s so I sat up to take off me blanket and looked over at the door.
Well f**k. My view of the door was such that I couldn't from my bed see into the hallway unless the door was wholly ajar. The door was only slightly cracked.
But it was open enough to allow the width of a human arm. And there extending into the room was just that.
The arm was pale white and judging by the shape of the hand on the end of it appeared to be female. It had a classic shroud-like sleeve ending a few inches before the wrist. It waved palm side down for about five seconds and then retracted.
Now the gale and the lights and shadows and all that was bearable. Even the arm and hand would've been grand enough, I could've pegged it down to that sleep paralysis craic. But Jesus Christ the way that arm retracted back into the hallway. And the way the door handle moved downwards as the arm retracted and the way the f****n' door slammed after it.
I couldn't f****n' breath. The way the door closed made me sweat like a blind lesbian in a fish market. I began to roar and shout and managed to get me bedside lamp on and covers off and began running around the room, opening the door of the hallway into nothingness, not a soul awake in the f****n' house besides myself and the ghost. I ran at 16 years of age into the mother's room roaring me a**e off about ghosts and she woke up and blearily told me to 'shut the f**k up you'll wake yer sisters'.
Well I calmed the f**k down and slept on the floor in the mother's room that night.
Now that house had been built by my parents. No-one had died in it, nothing else even slightly paranormal happened in that house before or since.
A few weeks later though I was talking to the neighbor, an old alcoholic bachelor who had lived in the area his entire life. I told him about the ghost and his wiry smile got wider and he laughed.
'Well sure isn't that bit of land yer folks built that house on called 'Cnóc na Sí' by the old people of the village. And sure in Irish doesn't that mean 'Hill of the Faeries'.
Now on this night there was only meself and the mother and the sisters inside in the house as the father was away minding the cattle due to it being calving season. Normally I'd be helping him out, pulling calves out of cow's and the like, but not so on this night.
We had these spotlights to illuminate the outside of the house and one of these spotlights shone directly up into my window and even with the curtains closed it would lighten up the room. The shadows of branches and long blades of grasses would project onto the ceiling and the gale being what it was caused a frantic wildness to characterize this night's shadow play.
I watched the shadows on the ceiling and listened to the wind roar outside for a short while. In fairness though I was busting for a p**s so I sat up to take off me blanket and looked over at the door.
Well f**k. My view of the door was such that I couldn't from my bed see into the hallway unless the door was wholly ajar. The door was only slightly cracked.
But it was open enough to allow the width of a human arm. And there extending into the room was just that.
The arm was pale white and judging by the shape of the hand on the end of it appeared to be female. It had a classic shroud-like sleeve ending a few inches before the wrist. It waved palm side down for about five seconds and then retracted.
Now the gale and the lights and shadows and all that was bearable. Even the arm and hand would've been grand enough, I could've pegged it down to that sleep paralysis craic. But Jesus Christ the way that arm retracted back into the hallway. And the way the door handle moved downwards as the arm retracted and the way the f****n' door slammed after it.
I couldn't f****n' breath. The way the door closed made me sweat like a blind lesbian in a fish market. I began to roar and shout and managed to get me bedside lamp on and covers off and began running around the room, opening the door of the hallway into nothingness, not a soul awake in the f****n' house besides myself and the ghost. I ran at 16 years of age into the mother's room roaring me a**e off about ghosts and she woke up and blearily told me to 'shut the f**k up you'll wake yer sisters'.
Well I calmed the f**k down and slept on the floor in the mother's room that night.
Now that house had been built by my parents. No-one had died in it, nothing else even slightly paranormal happened in that house before or since.
A few weeks later though I was talking to the neighbor, an old alcoholic bachelor who had lived in the area his entire life. I told him about the ghost and his wiry smile got wider and he laughed.
'Well sure isn't that bit of land yer folks built that house on called 'Cnóc na Sí' by the old people of the village. And sure in Irish doesn't that mean 'Hill of the Faeries'.
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#10
I accidentally dug up a voodoo Santeria bottle in a park by a tree. It had a pin doll, note, picture and a bloody looking liquid in it.
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#11
So my granddad used to tell us this story because my brothers and I found it fascinating. I'll probably butcher a minor detail or two, but I'm pretty certain on a lot of it. I'll point out where I could be wrong.
So my granddad and his family grew up in rural southern Ireland, so there fields, moors and rivers galore, and family all lived pretty near each other. There was a old tale that existed in the area that went something along the lines of "If you hear music coming from seemingly nowhere, leave. Someone is in danger."
So my granddad and his brother Nicky were out on the moors, when all of a sudden they both hear music, and they do not know where it was coming from. Naturally, following the tale, they left, and returned home. When they got back though, they found that their cousin (^^I ^^think? ) was missing.
Several days had passed, and there had been no trace of her, it was like she vanished. But one night, in a storm, she was suddenly at the door. Soaking wet, but seemingly unharmed. When people asked her where she was, she would only ever reply "I was listening to the music."
This is all she would respond with when asked about the whole situation, even up until the day she died. My granddad unfortunately passed away in December of 2013 to cancer, but his brother Nicky is still around, still living in Ireland, and he swears it to be true.
You hear all the time about "my cousin's aunt's brother who is twice removed" having something happen to them, but something about having it happen to someone very close to you, and then other people backing it up seems to really hit home.
So my granddad and his family grew up in rural southern Ireland, so there fields, moors and rivers galore, and family all lived pretty near each other. There was a old tale that existed in the area that went something along the lines of "If you hear music coming from seemingly nowhere, leave. Someone is in danger."
So my granddad and his brother Nicky were out on the moors, when all of a sudden they both hear music, and they do not know where it was coming from. Naturally, following the tale, they left, and returned home. When they got back though, they found that their cousin (^^I ^^think? ) was missing.
Several days had passed, and there had been no trace of her, it was like she vanished. But one night, in a storm, she was suddenly at the door. Soaking wet, but seemingly unharmed. When people asked her where she was, she would only ever reply "I was listening to the music."
This is all she would respond with when asked about the whole situation, even up until the day she died. My granddad unfortunately passed away in December of 2013 to cancer, but his brother Nicky is still around, still living in Ireland, and he swears it to be true.
You hear all the time about "my cousin's aunt's brother who is twice removed" having something happen to them, but something about having it happen to someone very close to you, and then other people backing it up seems to really hit home.
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#12
One summer when I was 13 or so sometime late at night, my mom and I were sitting in the living room talking. For some reason we looked out the window and saw two people walking past our house. They were about 7ft tall and wearing silver parkas. It was hot and humid outside. As they past our house the pipes in the chimney started shaking violently and didn't stop until the people were out of sight. There weren't any pipes in our chimney. It was eerie.
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#13
I'm a little late to the party but I have a pretty creepy story that my mother told me happened recently.
My mom is a real estate agent in a very rural area. She often goes to old foreclosed farm houses that she is selling and tries to get good interior shots to post online.
There was one house that was in pretty bad shape because it had been left empty all winter and was a pretty old house. Anyway, mom starts taking pictures.
My mom isn't one to get scared easily by old houses. She really enjoys going to old houses alone and exploring. So she wasn't jumpy or expecting anything bad. She does this stuff all the time. She's taking pictures of the rooms and every thing is going great until she gets to this one room halfway down the hall. Her camera flashes, but no picture is showing up. She tries several more times, illuminating the room with flash, but still getting no image. She assumes her camera is broken, but continues down the hallway to explore the house herself.
She gets to a bathroom at the back of the house and sees that the water in the toilet is frozen (not winterized, tsk tsk) and laughs. Not thinking, she pulls out her camera and takes a picture. IT WORKS! She's pretty pumped because now that means she can go back to the room and finally get that picture.
When she goes back to take a picture of the room the same thing happens. Flash, but no picture. Then things get weird.
She hears a mutter/whisper sound from right behind her. Like someone was right over her shoulder. It was unintelligible rambling, but she said it sounded urgent and agitated. She spun around and no one was there. That's when she felt the icy pit in her stomach and realized she needed to get out of there right now.
She ran outside and searched the perimeter of the house. She thought maybe someone was outside talking and the acoustics made them sounded closer than they were. No one was there. The house was surrounded by a least a square mile of open field. No one was around.
She decided to leave without her pictures.
My mom is a real estate agent in a very rural area. She often goes to old foreclosed farm houses that she is selling and tries to get good interior shots to post online.
There was one house that was in pretty bad shape because it had been left empty all winter and was a pretty old house. Anyway, mom starts taking pictures.
My mom isn't one to get scared easily by old houses. She really enjoys going to old houses alone and exploring. So she wasn't jumpy or expecting anything bad. She does this stuff all the time. She's taking pictures of the rooms and every thing is going great until she gets to this one room halfway down the hall. Her camera flashes, but no picture is showing up. She tries several more times, illuminating the room with flash, but still getting no image. She assumes her camera is broken, but continues down the hallway to explore the house herself.
She gets to a bathroom at the back of the house and sees that the water in the toilet is frozen (not winterized, tsk tsk) and laughs. Not thinking, she pulls out her camera and takes a picture. IT WORKS! She's pretty pumped because now that means she can go back to the room and finally get that picture.
When she goes back to take a picture of the room the same thing happens. Flash, but no picture. Then things get weird.
She hears a mutter/whisper sound from right behind her. Like someone was right over her shoulder. It was unintelligible rambling, but she said it sounded urgent and agitated. She spun around and no one was there. That's when she felt the icy pit in her stomach and realized she needed to get out of there right now.
She ran outside and searched the perimeter of the house. She thought maybe someone was outside talking and the acoustics made them sounded closer than they were. No one was there. The house was surrounded by a least a square mile of open field. No one was around.
She decided to leave without her pictures.
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#14
My mom told me this story of a large colonial house that we moved in when i was about 4 and i had an imaginary friend named Jenny.
Apparently my mom always had a weird feeling about the house and one day out of the blue i told her that i had been playing with a little girl named Jenny. She thought that it was just a phase. I told her Jenny wanted me to let the cat in to the basement so she can play with it. she let me and my cat never came back. that creeped her out.
Then a few days later i told her Jenny wanted me to come to the basement to play with her. She told me no and to go to bed. I did and when i woke up i had deep scratches on my back and legs. My mom sent me to my grandparents and proceeded to look up stuff on the house. she found an old picture of the house and who used to live there ( the house was built in like the late 1800's) and asked me if Jenny was in the picture.
She said there was like 7 little girls in the picture and she knew who was Jenny but i wouldn't have. I guess i pointed to Jenny without hesitation. She was scared because she had also learned that Jenny went in to the basement and was never found after that day so that family moved. After that incident with the picture we moved out of that house, i guess that was way too much for my mom. I was 18 when she told me that. I still think about it and think how scary that story is.
Apparently my mom always had a weird feeling about the house and one day out of the blue i told her that i had been playing with a little girl named Jenny. She thought that it was just a phase. I told her Jenny wanted me to let the cat in to the basement so she can play with it. she let me and my cat never came back. that creeped her out.
Then a few days later i told her Jenny wanted me to come to the basement to play with her. She told me no and to go to bed. I did and when i woke up i had deep scratches on my back and legs. My mom sent me to my grandparents and proceeded to look up stuff on the house. she found an old picture of the house and who used to live there ( the house was built in like the late 1800's) and asked me if Jenny was in the picture.
She said there was like 7 little girls in the picture and she knew who was Jenny but i wouldn't have. I guess i pointed to Jenny without hesitation. She was scared because she had also learned that Jenny went in to the basement and was never found after that day so that family moved. After that incident with the picture we moved out of that house, i guess that was way too much for my mom. I was 18 when she told me that. I still think about it and think how scary that story is.
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#15
I've posted this before and it didn't get much attention. I may be a little late to this party, too, but here it is.
Edit: Sorry for the long read, but I really don't know how to shorten it without taking away from the story.
It was the early '90's. Two of my buddies and I were hanging out in our church parking lot late after church was over one night. It was pitch black save for the single streetlamp in the middle of the parking lot. We were sitting in the back of Don's truck near the light. To my right was the external building that housed the kitchen. The church building, also to my right but a little bit behind me, is attached to the kitchen by an open foyer. Behind both buildings is the multi-acre graveyard, with oldest graves over a century old. Beyond the graveyard is pastureland and woods. To my left running in front of the buildings and parking lot is the main country road with more open pastureland across the road.
We were sitting there shooting s**t, just passing time and having a good time talking about random things under the sun. Suddenly Jim shot a look into the blackness across the road and had a confused look on his face. We asked him what was up, and he said, "You guys didn't hear that?" He claimed he heard a deep growl off the in the distance somewhere in the pasture. So we sat in silence for a minute or so, listening intently. Nothing but the summer breeze through the oak trees could be heard. Don and I shrugged and jokingly accused Jim of making s**t up to scare us. Slowly the conversation resumes and we think nothing more of it.
Out of nowhere, both Don and Jim pop their heads in the direction of the pasture again. Don asked, "Is THAT what you heard?" Jim said yes. I heard nothing and figured they must have gotten together when I wasn't paying attention. They described it as a deep growl with almost a bit of laughter. I just laughed it off myself, telling them to quit messing around. They both looked at each other, though, with a bit of a scared look. Why we didn't leave at that point, I don't know, but young stupid males ain't too bright. Again, we listened for awhile but heard nothing more than a cow mooing in the distance.
Again, we go back to talking, but Don and Jim both keep bring it up with each other, saying maybe it was a coyote or a cow or something. I thought the joke was getting old, so I kept trying to steer the conversation away to other, more important things like video games and women. But then we heard it. We ALL heard it. This deep, gutteral, hellish growling laugh echoed from the graveyard though the foyer between the kitchen and church. Recalling the sound now brings the hair on my neck to attention. We all froze in fear for a few seconds, and without a word we all jumped out of the truck, ran to our respective vehicles, and hightailed it out of there.
I have no idea what it was. Someone playing a prank? Possibly, most likely. A sick coyote with a deep d**n voice? Unlikely, but maybe it was some sort of animal making sounds. A demon? Nah, surely not. But whatever it was, we have no idea what the f**k it actually was because it scared us s**tless.
To this day, we still bring it up occasionally. We call it the "Laughing Growling Thing" because of how it sounded. Curiosity makes me wonder if we would have found out what it was if we had stayed. The deep recesses of my mind tell me I don't want to know.
Edit: Sorry for the long read, but I really don't know how to shorten it without taking away from the story.
It was the early '90's. Two of my buddies and I were hanging out in our church parking lot late after church was over one night. It was pitch black save for the single streetlamp in the middle of the parking lot. We were sitting in the back of Don's truck near the light. To my right was the external building that housed the kitchen. The church building, also to my right but a little bit behind me, is attached to the kitchen by an open foyer. Behind both buildings is the multi-acre graveyard, with oldest graves over a century old. Beyond the graveyard is pastureland and woods. To my left running in front of the buildings and parking lot is the main country road with more open pastureland across the road.
We were sitting there shooting s**t, just passing time and having a good time talking about random things under the sun. Suddenly Jim shot a look into the blackness across the road and had a confused look on his face. We asked him what was up, and he said, "You guys didn't hear that?" He claimed he heard a deep growl off the in the distance somewhere in the pasture. So we sat in silence for a minute or so, listening intently. Nothing but the summer breeze through the oak trees could be heard. Don and I shrugged and jokingly accused Jim of making s**t up to scare us. Slowly the conversation resumes and we think nothing more of it.
Out of nowhere, both Don and Jim pop their heads in the direction of the pasture again. Don asked, "Is THAT what you heard?" Jim said yes. I heard nothing and figured they must have gotten together when I wasn't paying attention. They described it as a deep growl with almost a bit of laughter. I just laughed it off myself, telling them to quit messing around. They both looked at each other, though, with a bit of a scared look. Why we didn't leave at that point, I don't know, but young stupid males ain't too bright. Again, we listened for awhile but heard nothing more than a cow mooing in the distance.
Again, we go back to talking, but Don and Jim both keep bring it up with each other, saying maybe it was a coyote or a cow or something. I thought the joke was getting old, so I kept trying to steer the conversation away to other, more important things like video games and women. But then we heard it. We ALL heard it. This deep, gutteral, hellish growling laugh echoed from the graveyard though the foyer between the kitchen and church. Recalling the sound now brings the hair on my neck to attention. We all froze in fear for a few seconds, and without a word we all jumped out of the truck, ran to our respective vehicles, and hightailed it out of there.
I have no idea what it was. Someone playing a prank? Possibly, most likely. A sick coyote with a deep d**n voice? Unlikely, but maybe it was some sort of animal making sounds. A demon? Nah, surely not. But whatever it was, we have no idea what the f**k it actually was because it scared us s**tless.
To this day, we still bring it up occasionally. We call it the "Laughing Growling Thing" because of how it sounded. Curiosity makes me wonder if we would have found out what it was if we had stayed. The deep recesses of my mind tell me I don't want to know.
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I've posted this before on a thread last year.. I apologize for how long it is!
"I'm not sure if I believe in the paranormal. I always try to find some sort of reasonable explanation before freaking myself out. But my new house has had some events happen that are hard to explain. Myself and my 5 other family members moved in a nearly brand new house this past summer in July. The house is only 3 years old and the previous family lived in it for 2 years. Now I'm not sure if this has anything to do with the incidents, but we actually live across the street from a fairly large cemetery. The cemetery is quite new and doesn't really give off any creepy vibes.
The first incident happened about 2 weeks after we all moved in. I was sitting in the living room on the couch reading The Mist while enjoying our new fire place. My sister was in the basement and my parents had gone out grocery shopping. I hear what sounds like a car pulling into our driveway and the garage doors opening. My dog who always comes to the door to greet my parents when they get home comes running out of the bedroom and looks out the front window like she usually does when they get home. I expect them to come in the backdoor any second but I hear nothing. My dog is running back and forth from the front window, to the front door. I finally get up to go and see what's taking them so long and there is no one in the driveway. I figure maybe they are already in the garage so I go and open the garage door and the garage is empty. At this point I'm a little bit freaked out but decide I'm just not used to the house and the noises it makes. My parents get home about 15 minutes later. I mention it to my sister and she tells me that when she was upstairs in the kitchen it sounded like someone had come in the garage yet no one was there again.
The next story involves my Mom. This happened probably a month or so after we moved in. It was the middle of the day in the summer and I was in my room studying for my summer course finals. My Mom was in the kitchen doing dishes. She calls to me from the kitchen and asks if I've just heard anything. I tell her no, I was just sitting in my room quietly. She then tells me that while she doing the dishes she heard a loud male voice, basically right in her ear yell "What are you doing?!" It was so loud that she assumed I must have heard it too. Our house has very high ceilings and everything echos so you can hear noises from across the house. I didn't hear a thing. That story still freaks the both of us out because either the house is haunted, or my Mom is losing her mind.
This next story, and probably the last one I will mention because this post is already getting too long is one that involves me, and has been happening since before Christmas now. I live in a small bedroom on the upper floor of the house. All of the bedrooms have carpet that make a very distinct sound when you walk across them. I usually sleep with ear plugs in because we have a toddler living in the house and I enjoy my sleep. But occasionally when she is away for the evening at my sisters boyfriends house I'll only sleep with one earplug in and lay my other ear on my pillow so I have the freedom to hear when I like.
Starting in the early winter some time before Christmas I am woken up around 4:30 in the morning to what sounds like somebody walking across my carpet at a regular pace. I wake up very easily to sounds so I'm not overly concerned. I immediately assume it is my cat and sit up in bed to see what he is doing. I turn on my cellphone and shine it around my room like a flashlight and I don't see anything. I'm a little scared at this point because I sat up so quickly there was no way my cat could have walked in and out of my room that fast. A few minutes later I hear my cat walking down the hallway and into my room. He was on the other side of the house.
I'm a reasonable person so I try to justify these noises to something to do with my earplug rubbing up on my pillow and making a sound similar to the sound of my carpet. However, the noises have continued on over the months happening every few weeks or so for a couple nights in a row. Whether I have both earplugs in, or no earplugs in. At this point I've only mentioned this happening to my Mom because she believes in paranormal stuff. I'm starting to think that I'm going insane, or beginning to develop schizophrenia or something and am genuinely concerned about the noises I'm hearing at night.
Finally my Mom tells me that my sister who lives in the basement bedroom with her boyfriend has been hearing the same noises at night. Except rather than hearing someone walking across their room, they've described it as someone "crawling" across their floor. When I heard this I didn't sleep for a couple nights. The last time I heard the noise in my room it sounded like there was multiple footsteps running around in my room. I've been sleeping with both earplugs in lately and haven't heard anything for at least a month now."
There's been a few other creepy incidents that have happened as well that aren't really worth mentioning because this post is already so long.
**TL;DR** The house my family and I moved into last summer seems to be haunted. "Ghosts" shouting in my Moms ear, as well as "ghosts" walking and crawling on the carpets at night.
"I'm not sure if I believe in the paranormal. I always try to find some sort of reasonable explanation before freaking myself out. But my new house has had some events happen that are hard to explain. Myself and my 5 other family members moved in a nearly brand new house this past summer in July. The house is only 3 years old and the previous family lived in it for 2 years. Now I'm not sure if this has anything to do with the incidents, but we actually live across the street from a fairly large cemetery. The cemetery is quite new and doesn't really give off any creepy vibes.
The first incident happened about 2 weeks after we all moved in. I was sitting in the living room on the couch reading The Mist while enjoying our new fire place. My sister was in the basement and my parents had gone out grocery shopping. I hear what sounds like a car pulling into our driveway and the garage doors opening. My dog who always comes to the door to greet my parents when they get home comes running out of the bedroom and looks out the front window like she usually does when they get home. I expect them to come in the backdoor any second but I hear nothing. My dog is running back and forth from the front window, to the front door. I finally get up to go and see what's taking them so long and there is no one in the driveway. I figure maybe they are already in the garage so I go and open the garage door and the garage is empty. At this point I'm a little bit freaked out but decide I'm just not used to the house and the noises it makes. My parents get home about 15 minutes later. I mention it to my sister and she tells me that when she was upstairs in the kitchen it sounded like someone had come in the garage yet no one was there again.
The next story involves my Mom. This happened probably a month or so after we moved in. It was the middle of the day in the summer and I was in my room studying for my summer course finals. My Mom was in the kitchen doing dishes. She calls to me from the kitchen and asks if I've just heard anything. I tell her no, I was just sitting in my room quietly. She then tells me that while she doing the dishes she heard a loud male voice, basically right in her ear yell "What are you doing?!" It was so loud that she assumed I must have heard it too. Our house has very high ceilings and everything echos so you can hear noises from across the house. I didn't hear a thing. That story still freaks the both of us out because either the house is haunted, or my Mom is losing her mind.
This next story, and probably the last one I will mention because this post is already getting too long is one that involves me, and has been happening since before Christmas now. I live in a small bedroom on the upper floor of the house. All of the bedrooms have carpet that make a very distinct sound when you walk across them. I usually sleep with ear plugs in because we have a toddler living in the house and I enjoy my sleep. But occasionally when she is away for the evening at my sisters boyfriends house I'll only sleep with one earplug in and lay my other ear on my pillow so I have the freedom to hear when I like.
Starting in the early winter some time before Christmas I am woken up around 4:30 in the morning to what sounds like somebody walking across my carpet at a regular pace. I wake up very easily to sounds so I'm not overly concerned. I immediately assume it is my cat and sit up in bed to see what he is doing. I turn on my cellphone and shine it around my room like a flashlight and I don't see anything. I'm a little scared at this point because I sat up so quickly there was no way my cat could have walked in and out of my room that fast. A few minutes later I hear my cat walking down the hallway and into my room. He was on the other side of the house.
I'm a reasonable person so I try to justify these noises to something to do with my earplug rubbing up on my pillow and making a sound similar to the sound of my carpet. However, the noises have continued on over the months happening every few weeks or so for a couple nights in a row. Whether I have both earplugs in, or no earplugs in. At this point I've only mentioned this happening to my Mom because she believes in paranormal stuff. I'm starting to think that I'm going insane, or beginning to develop schizophrenia or something and am genuinely concerned about the noises I'm hearing at night.
Finally my Mom tells me that my sister who lives in the basement bedroom with her boyfriend has been hearing the same noises at night. Except rather than hearing someone walking across their room, they've described it as someone "crawling" across their floor. When I heard this I didn't sleep for a couple nights. The last time I heard the noise in my room it sounded like there was multiple footsteps running around in my room. I've been sleeping with both earplugs in lately and haven't heard anything for at least a month now."
There's been a few other creepy incidents that have happened as well that aren't really worth mentioning because this post is already so long.
**TL;DR** The house my family and I moved into last summer seems to be haunted. "Ghosts" shouting in my Moms ear, as well as "ghosts" walking and crawling on the carpets at night.
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#17
Every so often, maybe once every two or three months, I get creepy, threatening phone calls from a blocked number. I have been getting these calls for over 5 years now.
I usually get them at night, they only ever say one thing before hanging up, and it is always somebody whispering things in a disjointed sort of way. The best way I can describe how it sounds in text is that I get things like "I... am going to... k**l you." "look... out your window." and the one that unnerved me the most "I can see... you. I can see you, I can see you, I can see you."
It has been going on off and on for years now. I have stopped answering blocked/unknown numbers, but whoever it is just leaves their messages as voicemail.
I'm sure that it is just someone pranking me, and I have never felt like it is a real threat, but the strange thing about it is I honestly have no idea who it could be. None of my friends from back when this started are the type to prank call people with creepy threats, let alone keep it going for years.
I usually get them at night, they only ever say one thing before hanging up, and it is always somebody whispering things in a disjointed sort of way. The best way I can describe how it sounds in text is that I get things like "I... am going to... k**l you." "look... out your window." and the one that unnerved me the most "I can see... you. I can see you, I can see you, I can see you."
It has been going on off and on for years now. I have stopped answering blocked/unknown numbers, but whoever it is just leaves their messages as voicemail.
I'm sure that it is just someone pranking me, and I have never felt like it is a real threat, but the strange thing about it is I honestly have no idea who it could be. None of my friends from back when this started are the type to prank call people with creepy threats, let alone keep it going for years.
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#18
Robert the doll. He lives in Key West. Pretty much just a creepy a*s doll who sometimes moves and messes with people. He now resides in a museum there but he has been known to move, for instance when there was a flood he was later found in the rafters with his own doll. If you take his picture without asking him permission he sometimes will s***w up your camera.
One couple who took his picture on a disposable camera had the pictures developed. They were all pictures of Robert, none of their other pictures got developed.
One couple who took his picture on a disposable camera had the pictures developed. They were all pictures of Robert, none of their other pictures got developed.
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#19
**For the love of god how has no one mentioned Candle Cove?**
*The following is an archived forum conversation from four or five years ago. Good luck.*
**Candle Cove**
NetNostalgia Forum - Television (local)
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Does anyone remember this kid's show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7, I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don't remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM.
*mike_painter65*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
it seems really familiar to me.....i grew up outside of ashland and was 9 yrs old in 72. candle cov...wasit about pirates? i remember a pirate marionete at the mouth of a cave talking to a little girl
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
YES! Okay I'm not crazy! I remember Pirate Percy. I was always kind of scared of him. He looked like he was built from parts of other dolls, real low-budget. His head was an old porcelain baby doll, looked like an antique that didn't belong on the body. I don't remember what station this was! I don't think it was WTSF though.
*Jaren_2005*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Sorry to ressurect this old thread but I know exactly what show you mean, Skyshale. I think Candle Cove ran for only a couple months in '71, not '72. I was 12 and I watched it a few times with my brother. It was channel 58, whatever station that was. My mom would let me switch to it after the news- Let me see what I remember.
It took place in Candle cove, and it was about a little girl who imagined herself to be friends with pirates. The pirate ship was called the Laughingstock, and Pirate Percy wasn't a very good pirate because he got scared too easily. And there was calliope music constantly playing. Don't remember the girl's name. Janice or Jade or something. Think it was Janice.
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Thank you Jaren!!! Memories flooded back when you mentioned the Laughingstock and channel 58. I remember the bow of the ship was a wooden smiling face, with the lower jaw submerged. It looked like it was swallowing the sea and it had that awful Ed Wynn voice and laugh. I especially remember how jarring it was when they switched from the wooden/plastic model, to the foam puppet version of the head that talked.
*mike_painter65*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
ha ha i remember now too. :) do you remember this part skyshale: "you have...to go...INSIDE"
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Ugh mike, I got a chill reading that. Yes I remember. That's what the ship always told Percy when there was a spooky place he had to go in, like a cave or a dark room where the treasure was. And the camera would push in on Laughingstock's face with each pause. YOU HAVE... TO GO... INSIDE. With his two eyes askew and that flopping foam jaw and the fishing line that opened and closed it. Ugh. It just looked so cheap and awful.
You guys remember the villain? He had a face that was just a handlebar mustache above really tall, narrow teeth.
*kevin_hart*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
i honestly, honestly thought the villain was pirate percy- i was about 5 when this show was on. nightmare fuel.
*Jaren_2005*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
That wasn't the villain, the puppet with the mustache. That was the villain's sidekick, Horace Horrible. He had a monocle too, but it was on top of the mustache. I used to think that meant he had only one eye. But yeah, the villain was another marionette. The Skin-Taker. I can't believe what they let us watch back then.
*kevin_hart*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
jesus h. christ, the skin taker. what kind of a kids show were we watching? i seriously could not look at the screen when the skin taker showed up. he just descended out of nowhere on his strings, just a dirty skeleton wearing that brown top hat and cape. and his glass eyes that were too big for his skull. christ almighty.
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Wasn't his top hat and cloak all sewn up crazily? Was that supposed to be children's skin??
*mike_painter65*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
yeah i think so. rememer his mouth didn't open and close, his jaw just slid back and foth. i remember the little girl said "why does your mouth move like that" and the skin-taker didn't look at the girl but at the camera and said "TO GRIND YOUR SKIN"
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
I'm so relieved that other people remember this terrible show! I used to have this awful memory, a bad dream I had where the opening jingle ended, the show faded in from black, and all the characters were there, but the camera was just cutting to each of their faces, and they were just screaming, and the puppets and marionettes were flailing spastically, and just all screaming, screaming- The girl was just moaning and crying like she had been through hours of this- I woke up many times from that nightmare- I used to wet the bed when I had
*kevin_hart*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
i don't think that was a dream. i remember that. i remember that was an episode.
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
No no no, not possible. There was no plot or anything, I mean literally just standing in place crying and screaming for the whole show.
*kevin_hart*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
maybe i'm manufacturing the memory because you said that, but i swear to god i remember seeing
what you described. they just screamed.
*Jaren 2005*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Oh God. Yes. The little girl, Janice, I remember seeing her shake. And the Skin-Taker screaming through his gnashing teeth, his jaw careening so wildly I thought it would come off its wire hinges. I turned it off and it was the last time I watched. I ran to tell my brother and we didn't have the courage to turn it back on.
*mike_painter65*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
i visited my mom today at the nursing home. i asked her about when i was littel in the early 70s, when i was 8 or 9 and if she remebered a kid's show, candle cove. she said she was suprised i could remember that and i asked why, and she said "because i used to think it was so strange that you said 'i'm gona go watch candle cove now mom' and then you would tune the tv to static and juts watch d**d air for 30 minutes. you had a big imagination with your little pirate show.".
*The following is an archived forum conversation from four or five years ago. Good luck.*
**Candle Cove**
NetNostalgia Forum - Television (local)
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Does anyone remember this kid's show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7, I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don't remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM.
*mike_painter65*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
it seems really familiar to me.....i grew up outside of ashland and was 9 yrs old in 72. candle cov...wasit about pirates? i remember a pirate marionete at the mouth of a cave talking to a little girl
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
YES! Okay I'm not crazy! I remember Pirate Percy. I was always kind of scared of him. He looked like he was built from parts of other dolls, real low-budget. His head was an old porcelain baby doll, looked like an antique that didn't belong on the body. I don't remember what station this was! I don't think it was WTSF though.
*Jaren_2005*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Sorry to ressurect this old thread but I know exactly what show you mean, Skyshale. I think Candle Cove ran for only a couple months in '71, not '72. I was 12 and I watched it a few times with my brother. It was channel 58, whatever station that was. My mom would let me switch to it after the news- Let me see what I remember.
It took place in Candle cove, and it was about a little girl who imagined herself to be friends with pirates. The pirate ship was called the Laughingstock, and Pirate Percy wasn't a very good pirate because he got scared too easily. And there was calliope music constantly playing. Don't remember the girl's name. Janice or Jade or something. Think it was Janice.
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Thank you Jaren!!! Memories flooded back when you mentioned the Laughingstock and channel 58. I remember the bow of the ship was a wooden smiling face, with the lower jaw submerged. It looked like it was swallowing the sea and it had that awful Ed Wynn voice and laugh. I especially remember how jarring it was when they switched from the wooden/plastic model, to the foam puppet version of the head that talked.
*mike_painter65*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
ha ha i remember now too. :) do you remember this part skyshale: "you have...to go...INSIDE"
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Ugh mike, I got a chill reading that. Yes I remember. That's what the ship always told Percy when there was a spooky place he had to go in, like a cave or a dark room where the treasure was. And the camera would push in on Laughingstock's face with each pause. YOU HAVE... TO GO... INSIDE. With his two eyes askew and that flopping foam jaw and the fishing line that opened and closed it. Ugh. It just looked so cheap and awful.
You guys remember the villain? He had a face that was just a handlebar mustache above really tall, narrow teeth.
*kevin_hart*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
i honestly, honestly thought the villain was pirate percy- i was about 5 when this show was on. nightmare fuel.
*Jaren_2005*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
That wasn't the villain, the puppet with the mustache. That was the villain's sidekick, Horace Horrible. He had a monocle too, but it was on top of the mustache. I used to think that meant he had only one eye. But yeah, the villain was another marionette. The Skin-Taker. I can't believe what they let us watch back then.
*kevin_hart*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
jesus h. christ, the skin taker. what kind of a kids show were we watching? i seriously could not look at the screen when the skin taker showed up. he just descended out of nowhere on his strings, just a dirty skeleton wearing that brown top hat and cape. and his glass eyes that were too big for his skull. christ almighty.
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Wasn't his top hat and cloak all sewn up crazily? Was that supposed to be children's skin??
*mike_painter65*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
yeah i think so. rememer his mouth didn't open and close, his jaw just slid back and foth. i remember the little girl said "why does your mouth move like that" and the skin-taker didn't look at the girl but at the camera and said "TO GRIND YOUR SKIN"
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
I'm so relieved that other people remember this terrible show! I used to have this awful memory, a bad dream I had where the opening jingle ended, the show faded in from black, and all the characters were there, but the camera was just cutting to each of their faces, and they were just screaming, and the puppets and marionettes were flailing spastically, and just all screaming, screaming- The girl was just moaning and crying like she had been through hours of this- I woke up many times from that nightmare- I used to wet the bed when I had
*kevin_hart*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
i don't think that was a dream. i remember that. i remember that was an episode.
*Skyshale033*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
No no no, not possible. There was no plot or anything, I mean literally just standing in place crying and screaming for the whole show.
*kevin_hart*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
maybe i'm manufacturing the memory because you said that, but i swear to god i remember seeing
what you described. they just screamed.
*Jaren 2005*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
Oh God. Yes. The little girl, Janice, I remember seeing her shake. And the Skin-Taker screaming through his gnashing teeth, his jaw careening so wildly I thought it would come off its wire hinges. I turned it off and it was the last time I watched. I ran to tell my brother and we didn't have the courage to turn it back on.
*mike_painter65*
*Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?*
i visited my mom today at the nursing home. i asked her about when i was littel in the early 70s, when i was 8 or 9 and if she remebered a kid's show, candle cove. she said she was suprised i could remember that and i asked why, and she said "because i used to think it was so strange that you said 'i'm gona go watch candle cove now mom' and then you would tune the tv to static and juts watch d**d air for 30 minutes. you had a big imagination with your little pirate show.".
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#20
Well a long time ago, about 7 years now I was in my bed at my barracks and had an unexpected visitor. It was about 11 PM to about 12 am.
I was awoken by a voice indistinct, as in I couldn't make out a coherent word. It was just garbled. I looked up and the sleepy and confused me decided someone was visiting my roommate and decided to bug me. For some reason it's always funny to bother the sleeping guy. I grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around my waist upon realizing I was in my underwear. That's when the light hit the figure speaking to me. It was a woman, I couldn't make out a face. She was medium build and with longer hair, again she spoke. I could not register what she was saying I was falling asleep as she spoke so it was merely the sound of her voice waking me back up. (I was often fatigued after work.)
I glanced once again at the woman. I could not bring myself to attempt to talk someone who was clearly just trying to annoy me. I apologized and told her I was just too tired and to talk to me in the morning. I laid back down and nearly instantly was taken back by slumber.
The next day I realized that my roommate was on vacation and had been for a while. In my sleepy state I had forgotten this.
And my door was deadbolted, even if someone had a key I needed to physically let them in. No clue who/what she/it was or what it wanted. I just know something woke me up and it tried to speak to me.
I was awoken by a voice indistinct, as in I couldn't make out a coherent word. It was just garbled. I looked up and the sleepy and confused me decided someone was visiting my roommate and decided to bug me. For some reason it's always funny to bother the sleeping guy. I grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around my waist upon realizing I was in my underwear. That's when the light hit the figure speaking to me. It was a woman, I couldn't make out a face. She was medium build and with longer hair, again she spoke. I could not register what she was saying I was falling asleep as she spoke so it was merely the sound of her voice waking me back up. (I was often fatigued after work.)
I glanced once again at the woman. I could not bring myself to attempt to talk someone who was clearly just trying to annoy me. I apologized and told her I was just too tired and to talk to me in the morning. I laid back down and nearly instantly was taken back by slumber.
The next day I realized that my roommate was on vacation and had been for a while. In my sleepy state I had forgotten this.
And my door was deadbolted, even if someone had a key I needed to physically let them in. No clue who/what she/it was or what it wanted. I just know something woke me up and it tried to speak to me.
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