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Stolen from TIP - Scary Stories
There's a thread over on TIP full of terrifying things that have happened to some posters - I figured that more than a few of us have had some pretty hairy moments. What's the scariest thing that has happened to you?
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Re: Stolen from TIP - Scary Stories
My grandmother's house in Romford has a "memory ghost" It hasn't been heard for many years now, but is one of the scariest things ever. You'll hear a key in the lock, the door open and shut, feet wiped on the doormat and footsteps down the hallway. No one is there. The house is a semi detatched but the neighbors are never home when it happens. Weird.
The other weird thing that happened to me and a friend when I was 20. We decided to visit Spider Gates cemetery which is at the foot of the regional airport. There have been reports of weird phenomena there for many, many years. A murder, satanic rituals, dark figures, apparitions etc Anyway we go there and the moment we step foot inside the gates, it's like someone turned the world off. It was dead silent, no wind, no birds, no sounds from the river 500 feet away. Just nothing, it was like standing in a soundproofed room. We walked around and saw coins on top of gravestones, a headstone toppled and strangest of all, a 4x4 hole dug BEHIND a grave. So strange. At this point we both start getting a strange throbbing headache. As soon as we left everything was fine, no more headaches. It was very, very odd.
Oh I though you meant ghost stories lol
Ok well my scary story is that I once had a random guy follow me 35 miles home and ask me out for a beer at the lake when I stopped at a store (??)
Or the time I went in to feed a young horse who was 17hh (about 7 feet tall at the withers). I turned to leave and he kicked out at me, missing me by a fraction of an inch. He took out most of the stall wall and my coworkers turned 5 shades of white as did I. If he had gotten me, he would have snapped my spine.
Why would anyone name a cemetery Spider Gates?!?!?!
I'll admit, both of your stories have severely freaked me out.
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I remember once in China my friend and I were over for dinner at an American's house, the American and his wife were like, uber Christians. We weren't discussing religion or anything, but I just felt really comfortable in their home for some reason, like I didn't want to go back to my flat with my friend ( we were roomies ). As soon as we left their house to walk back to our flat we both got this terrible feeling... like something was watching us ( not someone ) and the night seemed darker than usual. The street was quieter than usual. You couldn't even hear the street dogs. It was really creepy. We got home and the feeling got worse - it was so creepy that we both slept in my room that night. I don't know what it was, but I just remember feeling so, so creeped out.
Yick.
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Spider Gates is it's nickname because there are wrought iron gates that look like cobwebs. It's technically known as the Quaker cemetery. Here is a picture of it:
The scariest thing that's ever happened to me is having to have an emergency surgery to have my gall bladder taken out. It was my first time under anaesthesia and I had a feeling (before the surgery) like I was going to die on the table.
Scariest ghost story:
A bit of backstory: My parents house is haunted by a family of 5. There is a grandfather, grandmother, mother, daughter and son. The mother is in her late 30's, the daughter is a teen and the son is about 5 years old. The little boy loved to sleep at the end of my bed at night, and curl up next to me when there was a thunderstorm. The daughter stayed in the bathroom mostly, brushing her hair in the mirror. The grandmother stayed around the kitchen, and the grandfather was always in the basement. The mother rarely shows herself, and she was always wearing a flowing white gown (like a nightgown).
We went through the history of the property, and saw that the original house was built on a military base. There was a fire that killed the family, and I'm assuming the father was off to war. The house that my parents bought was built ontop of the previous foundation.
Anyway, one day I was going into the basement to do laundry. As soon as I started the washer, I turn around and the grandfather is standing there. He's dressed in black from head to toe with his hat down over his eyes. I screamed, and as soon as I started running up the stairs, he started throwing wrenches at me. They barely missed me, and when I shut the basement door, he started banging on the pipes and furnace with the discarded tools. The lights were flickering, and I was home alone. It lasted until my parents got home from work 20 minutes later, and as soon as my dad walked into the house, all the activity stopped.
My dad thought I'd made the mess with the tools and scolded me. Every time they left the house (I was a teen), the activity would start up again. It happened for a couple of months until my mom saw it happening, and she called my aunt's priest over to the house. Nothing sinister has happened since the priest's visit.
This is something that I really love about China - foreigners get white licence plates and police aren't allowed to stop them. If a police officer in China has anything to do with you as a foreigner, you don't have to even acknowledge them and they technically can't even arrest you. However, the police in charge of foreigners is the PSB, Public Security Bureau.
The foreigners in China have a saying to newbies: If the police want to talk to you, they'll knock on your door. Leave it closed. If the PSB want to talk to you, they'll be sitting at your kitchen table drinking tea when you walk into your house.
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Mine from the TIP thread:
One of my worst moments was in China - I went to see Ghengis Khan's mausoleum which is in the middle of bumfuuck nowhere in the desert. Buses don't go all the way there (as I found out, awesome) but they go in the general direction along the highway. Anyway, I was on the bus and after about 2 hours of just sand and empty highway it stopped and the driver kicked me off, telling me that the mausoleum was "that way", pointing down another empty highway. The only other thing you could see was sand dunes and blue sky. I knew that there was only one bus scheduled a day ( which I had just been kicked off of ) and my chances were best if I continued toward the mausoleum, so I walked. After about 5 hours I got really panicky, because it seemed like the road was going on forever and I couldn't even see a shelter.
After what seemed like ages a car finally came down the road behind me - I frantically waved it down and even though there were 2 sketchy looking men inside, I was desperate and panicked and I had them drive me the rest of the way to the mausoleum, which was another 45 minute drive. There was no way I would have made it there before dark.
Anyway, I thanked them profusely and checked in at the mausoleum guesthouse, but they came back (with a friend) during the night. They had gotten the key to my room from the guesthouse manager (who was also with them) and came into my room while I was sleeping, calling me a Russian prostitute and telling me to thank them properly for saving my life on the road.
I freaked out and unloaded at them in Chinese, screaming obscenities loud enough to wake some of the other guests who poked their heads out into the hall to see what was going on - while I pushed them out of my room ( they were surprised that I spoke Chinese which caused them to hesitate, thus allowing me to get a bit of control in the situation ), I shut the door and pushed the bed against it and I think I cried until morning.
Aaaaaand... that's why I hate staying at hotels now. Freaks me right out.Chronically hilarious - you'll split your stitches!
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Tofu that China story is awful!
The scariest thing that's happened to me is when my 14-month old niece had a seizure. My sister screamed her name and OMG she's not breathing!
Which, she totally was breathing the whole time (I'm pretty sure). Her mom (my sis) was hysterical and couldn't do anything to help. I had just taken a first aid course and immediately went into let's-fix-this mode, with no emotion or reaction except a clinical one, taking care of "the patient".
Once they took her off in the ambulance I just sat on the floor and cried because I had a huge release of emotions that weren't getting through for like 10 minutes.
If you've ever seen anyone had a seizure, their eyes are the strangest thing in the world. They're just not there.
The scariest thing that ever happened to me was something I later found out is called sleep paralysis. It's when you wake up but your body is still asleep so you can't move at all. Apparently, it's so traumatic an experience that your mind starts to hallucinate. It's often something sitting on the dreamer's chest, probably because the feeling of immobility and heaviness. I assume this is where the legend of an incubus comes from.
I had it when DH and I were on our honeymoon in Turkey. We were staying at an old Ottoman guesthouse in Safranbolu. I woke up and could see the room perfectly clearly and there was an old man right on top of me. Sitting right on my chest. His hair was greasy and gray and I could even see the detail in what he was wearing. I tried to scream but nothing would come out. But I could hear myself breathing really hard. It must have been loud because DH sat up in bed. But he laid back down pretty quickly though so I think he wasn't fully awake.
Anyway, I used all my willpower and suddenly the man fell backward. I must have fallen back asleep then because I don't remember anything else. I didn't remember until I woke up in the morning in a panic.
Honest to god, if DH hadn't been staying in the room with me, I would have called the police to report a break in. But since he hadn't heard anything, I figured it had to have been a dream. It was just so realistic.
I checked the windows for signs of opening. I checked the door lock. I even eyed up the manager at breakfast, wondering if he let his friends into rooms to rape foreign women. Then I started thinking about the history the building must have. The whole town was old Ottoman houses from the 19th century and before. It could have easily been a powerful and evil ghost.
I think we had internet or something because I learned quickly that it was sleep paralysis. I found tons of stories describing really similar things. And after I told my sister she told me about her own experience with it. She too researched and learned what it was, but the poor thing wouldn't sleep in her own bedroom after it happened. She slept on her couch for a year! At least I could leave the place where mine happened!
I have had a few things:
1. At the age of 12 I went out bike riding with friends, my brother and his friend. We went to our favorite place to ride, the local funeral parlour which had a great big parking lot next to a stream. My brother's friend rode his bike straight at me one time (chicken) and I swerved while hitting my brakes. Guess what...brakes went out. I hit the wall (3 ft high) and went over face first into the stream (15 ft down). Lucky for me, I missed the big rocks. I only broke my wrist, put a hole through my lip and destroyed a tooth.
2. I used to do a lot of white water kayaking and was pretty good. But I had a major accident. I ended up, like you do, upside down. But it was in a whirlpool. I couldn't get up. So I did what you do, which is try to pull the tab to pop my skirt (the only way to get out of the boat). It got stuck. Yeah, stuck in a boat upsidedown and starting to lose air. I started banging on the side of the boat and luckily someone came to help me out.
Three years ago on the 4th of July, DH and I went boating with my dad, stepmom and sister on a lake. My dad was pulling DH and I on a big tube behind the boat when we got to a narrow part of the lake with a lot of other boats so he slowed down.
A guy on a jet ski was behind us jumping our wake (totally illegal) and was shitfaced drunk. He didn't realize my dad slowed down and rammed into our tube at full speed. DH was hit directly by the jet ski and I was thrown 10 feet in the air. Once I landed in the water and cleared my head, I saw DH floating face first in the water--he was knocked out cold. I was screaming and crying and swimming toward him as my dad was turning the boat around to come get us.
I was the first to get to him and lifted his head out of the water, where he promptly took a big breath, looked me directly in the eye and said "Whoa". We called the police and the drunk guy was arrested. Besides being a little sore for a couple days, we were totally fine, but that was by far the scariest moment of my life.
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