at a really bad party in newtown (sydney) saw a girl performing necro beastiality...
I wanted to leave but she was swinging a large knife a little too close to my face....i didn't want to make any sudden movements...
and in case your wondering, it was a pigeon or a quail or something that she had found on the roadside a week before and had been keeping in her freezer for a special occasion.....
can anyone top that?
when I was 7yrs old , I woke up in the middle of the night to find out some guy had put his hand trough my bedroom window and began stroking my head and running his hair thru his fingers, I froze in bed and couldnt scream, anyway I told my mom the story the following day and she said that she had the same experience when she was at that age.
Creepiest thing ever happened to me was when I was abut thirteen. I was walking home from a friends place and I took a short cut through the park, which backs onto an old saxon church and its graveyard. I saw a light in the graveyard, and figured it was probably kids getting pissed, so I went over for a look, since a knew a fair few of the ones that liked getting pissed in graveyards.
I go over there and I can't see the light any more, so I wander around looking for it, in case I got a bit turned around, since in the dark all the trees and walls seem to end up in different places and perspective gets all funny.
Then, I see the light out of the corner of my eye. I mananged to stutter out something like 'stop playing games' and went after it. Didn't catch up with it until I got to the creek at the bottom of the graveyard. Thing is, that creek has been dry for years, and the graveyard is about a mile wide. No way could I have done the whole mile in a few minutes. Then I see a monk standing by the edge of the water. My whole brain was in panic mode, which got worse when I realised that there shouldn't be any water in the creek, so I just turned and ran, since the monastery by the church got demolished nearly 200 years ago.
Took me best part of ten minutes to run back to the edge of the graveyard. Pretty much threw myself over the wall, straight into one of the church guys seeing people out after evening service. He said lots of people see ghosts in that graveyard, and there were a few cases years back when the creek was still running of people drowning in that creek at night because they couldn't see a damned thing in the dark and ran into it.
We had torrential rain and flooding a few weeks after that. Some guy drowned in the creek in the middle of the night. Fell in and hit his head.
I still get nightmares about that. If that creek had been running I could have run straight into it, and I couldn't swim back then. I mean, if the moon hadn't been out I wouldn't have seen the drop and broken something when I fell anyhow. Scares me to hell and back. I realised later on that there are quite a few local tails of the last monk at Rodbourne, and that you never go near the creek after dark.
Interesting story. If you don't mind me asking, what are the stories pertaining to this monk?
It was around 11 o'clock PM, and me and some friends were driving around, looking for this house where this other person we're supposed to pick up was.
We stopped at this small block that had these little shops--but all of them were closed, so we just walked around for a while. We stopped at a Jack in the Box and I went into the bathroom.
I was standing there, doing my business...when somehow this other guy just busted in. I told him the polite version of "get the f**k out of here," when he said, "Relax, dude, just washing my hands."
Okay--it's 11 PM, I'm in a place I've never been in before, I'm standing near the toliet, my cash and prizes dangling, and a raggedly-looking guy just busts in saying he had to "wash his hands" for some strange reason.
Needless to say, I was scared s**tless. I remember my friends jokes earlier, saying that in the late night I was going to be raped. Now I wasn't so sure that was just a joke.
He finally leaves, and I quickly finished up and got the hell out of there.
It was around 11 o'clock PM, and me and some friends were driving around, looking for this house where this other person we're supposed to pick up was.
We stopped at this small block that had these little shops--but all of them were closed, so we just walked around for a while. We stopped at a Jack in the Box and I went into the bathroom.
I was standing there, doing my business...when somehow this other guy just busted in. I told him the polite version of "get the f**k out of here," when he said, "Relax, dude, just washing my hands."
Okay--it's 11 PM, I'm in a place I've never been in before, I'm standing near the toliet, my cash and prizes dangling, and a raggedly-looking guy just busts in saying he had to "wash his hands" for some strange reason.
Needless to say, I was scared s**tless. I remember my friends jokes earlier, saying that in the late night I was going to be raped. Now I wasn't so sure that was just a joke.
He finally leaves, and I quickly finished up and got the hell out of there.