Scariest/Creepiest things you've ever seen/experienced?

[IAmHe9]

My neighbour called the police on some loud kids having a party, because we live in a pretty nice neighbourhood...meaning a lot of snobs...anyway so the cop gets there, and i was watching out my window, and they argued a bit then one of the kids pulled out a 9mm, and blew the cops head off.

5 years..ago? i was like 11 or 12 ish..freeky stuff.

It's always terrifying when the bad guys win, especially when you're a child.
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[Secret_Riddle]

You have a lot of "right?"s in there, but scary story none the less.

Lol, Im just like bendis, I write in exactly the same way i speak

 

[Venomfan]

my ex girlfriends mom spent part of her childhood in Columbia, her parents were missionaries. there were witch doctors and witches and stuff down there. the one time there was like a witch convention and all this crazy stuff was happening, like in the matrix there was people bending spoons or making them float and stuff. she had a dream once where a witch crawled in through her window and scratched her arm, and when she woke up her arm was sliced.

 

[IAmHe9]

Someone needs to find Jesus.

 

[SapphirePrima]

Being chased by a crackhead in a wheelchair.

 

[Warhammer]

my ex girlfriends mom spent part of her childhood in Columbia, her parents were missionaries. there were witch doctors and witches and stuff down there. the one time there was like a witch convention and all this crazy stuff was happening, like in the matrix there was people bending spoons or making them float and stuff. she had a dream once where a witch crawled in through her window and scratched her arm, and when she woke up her arm was sliced.

Thinking about that makes me afraid.

 

[Abaddon]

Don't be afraid. Be a friend.

 

[Spider-Bite]

When I was 18 I rode my bike to and from work quite often. I would often carry either my uniform or a spare set of clothes in a plastic gocery bag, that was easy to hold with one hand with I would have on the handle bar.
One day after work I was in a big hurry, so after I got off work I took off on my bike fast, pulled out onto the highway, and turned left, which is downhill, so I was going fast.
The bag of clothes got caught in the front tire. The back end of my bike flipped up in the air, and the front end went down, and slid 10 feet, with my face flat on the pavement sliding along with it.
After it stopped I stood up and looked around, knowing my face just took a beating. I walked into dairy queen, and when I walked in there was a table with 20 people sitting at it. They all gasped and looked at me in shock. I went straight in the bathroom to see that I left half of my face laying on the pavement. My eyebrow was split open, and a flap of skin was folded over like a triangle.
I called my grandfather who came over and brought me to the hospital. They cleaned me up and stitched me up. I basically had extremely bad rub burn.
For the next month I looked extremely gross. It was terrible. For the first week I could barely talk, because my cheek was one big scab. The Doctor said I might have a temperoary tatoo scarring effect.
For the next year I had two big blueish black scars on the left side of my face. For a few months in the middle of that, they had white bumbs all over them, and on a few ocasions a bump would turn into a pimple, from which a tiny piece of gravel would emerge.
Over the next few years the scars gradually got lighter and lighter, and now they are barely noticeable.
I wont lie. This had a very bad effect on me for a long time. I was extremely insecure about them, and I even went through a phase where I carried make up around with me to try and cover them up. I hated my scars, and was literally traumatized by the event. I'm very luckly to look the way I do today. However in the bottom picture you can see what remains from what used to be one of the big dark blueish black spots, and you can see the scar on my eyebrow, from where I had a big triangle of no skin. You can also see a spot on my chin where hair does not grow. I had to have that stitched up too.

 

[Lunar_Wolf]

When my mom was about 18 she went downstairs around 3am to study for a test. When she was half way down the stairs she looked into the living. On the rocking chair sat a woman with blond hair rocking while brushing her blond hair. My mom ran back upstairs of course. My grandmothers house was haunted.

I remember I was there one time laying on the couch. I could have sworn I saw a man walking from the door to the kitchen. Later that night I went up to the room I was staying in. Early that morning I heard scratches coming from the closet.

I hated that house and I never stayed after them times.

 

[Docker2.0]

Being chased by a crackhead in a wheelchair.

 

[Spider-Bite]

When my mom was about 18 she went downstairs around 3am to study for a test. When she was half way down the stairs she looked into the living. On the rocking chair sat a woman with blond hair rocking while brushing her blond hair. My mom ran back upstairs of course. My grandmothers house was haunted.

I remember I was there one time laying on the couch. I could have sworn I saw a man walking from the door to the kitchen. Later that night I went up to the room I was staying in. Early that morning I heard scratches coming from the closet.

I hated that house and I never stayed after them times.

It's all a trick of the mind man. Oh and your mom probably has mice living in her closet.

 

[enterthemadness]

When I was 18 I rode my bike to and from work quite often. I would often carry either my uniform or a spare set of clothes in a plastic gocery bag, that was easy to hold with one hand with I would have on the handle bar.
One day after work I was in a big hurry, so after I got off work I took off on my bike fast, pulled out onto the highway, and turned left, which is downhill, so I was going fast.
The bag of clothes got caught in the front tire. The back end of my bike flipped up in the air, and the front end went down, and slid 10 feet, with my face flat on the pavement sliding along with it.
After it stopped I stood up and looked around, knowing my face just took a beating. I walked into dairy queen, and when I walked in there was a table with 20 people sitting at it. They all gasped and looked at me in shock. I went straight in the bathroom to see that I left half of my face laying on the pavement. My eyebrow was split open, and a flap of skin was folded over like a triangle.
I called my grandfather who came over and brought me to the hospital. They cleaned me up and stitched me up. I basically had extremely bad rub burn.
For the next month I looked extremely gross. It was terrible. For the first week I could barely talk, because my cheek was one big scab. The Doctor said I might have a temperoary tatoo scarring effect.
For the next year I had two big blueish black scars on the left side of my face. For a few months in the middle of that, they had white bumbs all over them, and on a few ocasions a bump would turn into a pimple, from which a tiny piece of gravel would emerge.
Over the next few years the scars gradually got lighter and lighter, and now they are barely noticeable.
I wont lie. This had a very bad effect on me for a long time. I was extremely insecure about them, and I even went through a phase where I carried make up around with me to try and cover them up. I hated my scars, and was literally traumatized by the event. I'm very luckly to look the way I do today. However in the bottom picture you can see what remains from what used to be one of the big dark blueish black spots, and you can see the scar on my eyebrow, from where I had a big triangle of no skin. You can also see a spot on my chin where hair does not grow. I had to have that stitched up too.

Wow,...well, at least you turned out great after the bad accident. The only thing I notice in the pics is what appears to be SHH in the background in one pic.

 

[Lunar_Wolf]

It's all a trick of the mind man. Oh and your mom probably has mice living in her closet.

I hope so!!!!

There was another time we heard sounds of kids laughing running up and down the stairs.

 

[enterthemadness]

I hope so!!!!

There was another time we heard sounds of kids laughing running up and down the stairs.

I hate kid ghosts. Always creepy. And yes, your house or that house is haunted for sure.

 

[Spider-Bite]

Wow,...well, at least you turned out great after the bad accident. The only thing I notice in the pics is what appears to be SHH in the background in one pic.

LOL. What are the odds?

 

[Warhammer]

Don't be afraid. Be a friend.

The last thing I want is Oooga Booga sitting there and staring at me when I wake up.

 

[Warhammer]

When I was 18 I rode my bike to and from work quite often. I would often carry either my uniform or a spare set of clothes in a plastic gocery bag, that was easy to hold with one hand with I would have on the handle bar.
One day after work I was in a big hurry, so after I got off work I took off on my bike fast, pulled out onto the highway, and turned left, which is downhill, so I was going fast.
The bag of clothes got caught in the front tire. The back end of my bike flipped up in the air, and the front end went down, and slid 10 feet, with my face flat on the pavement sliding along with it.
After it stopped I stood up and looked around, knowing my face just took a beating. I walked into dairy queen, and when I walked in there was a table with 20 people sitting at it. They all gasped and looked at me in shock. I went straight in the bathroom to see that I left half of my face laying on the pavement. My eyebrow was split open, and a flap of skin was folded over like a triangle.
I called my grandfather who came over and brought me to the hospital. They cleaned me up and stitched me up. I basically had extremely bad rub burn.
For the next month I looked extremely gross. It was terrible. For the first week I could barely talk, because my cheek was one big scab. The Doctor said I might have a temperoary tatoo scarring effect.
For the next year I had two big blueish black scars on the left side of my face. For a few months in the middle of that, they had white bumbs all over them, and on a few ocasions a bump would turn into a pimple, from which a tiny piece of gravel would emerge.
Over the next few years the scars gradually got lighter and lighter, and now they are barely noticeable.
I wont lie. This had a very bad effect on me for a long time. I was extremely insecure about them, and I even went through a phase where I carried make up around with me to try and cover them up. I hated my scars, and was literally traumatized by the event. I'm very luckly to look the way I do today. However in the bottom picture you can see what remains from what used to be one of the big dark blueish black spots, and you can see the scar on my eyebrow, from where I had a big triangle of no skin. You can also see a spot on my chin where hair does not grow. I had to have that stitched up too.

Wow, Spider-Bite.
That is very, very scary.
Kudos for getting past that.

 

[SLVRSR4]

A hobo who I think had syphilis asked me for a cigarette. I was 13 trying to see the Alamo.

 

[nosebleed.]

When I was 18 I rode my bike to and from work quite often. I would often carry either my uniform or a spare set of clothes in a plastic gocery bag, that was easy to hold with one hand with I would have on the handle bar.
One day after work I was in a big hurry, so after I got off work I took off on my bike fast, pulled out onto the highway, and turned left, which is downhill, so I was going fast.
The bag of clothes got caught in the front tire. The back end of my bike flipped up in the air, and the front end went down, and slid 10 feet, with my face flat on the pavement sliding along with it.
After it stopped I stood up and looked around, knowing my face just took a beating. I walked into dairy queen, and when I walked in there was a table with 20 people sitting at it. They all gasped and looked at me in shock. I went straight in the bathroom to see that I left half of my face laying on the pavement. My eyebrow was split open, and a flap of skin was folded over like a triangle.
I called my grandfather who came over and brought me to the hospital. They cleaned me up and stitched me up. I basically had extremely bad rub burn.
For the next month I looked extremely gross. It was terrible. For the first week I could barely talk, because my cheek was one big scab. The Doctor said I might have a temperoary tatoo scarring effect.
For the next year I had two big blueish black scars on the left side of my face. For a few months in the middle of that, they had white bumbs all over them, and on a few ocasions a bump would turn into a pimple, from which a tiny piece of gravel would emerge.
Over the next few years the scars gradually got lighter and lighter, and now they are barely noticeable.
I wont lie. This had a very bad effect on me for a long time. I was extremely insecure about them, and I even went through a phase where I carried make up around with me to try and cover them up. I hated my scars, and was literally traumatized by the event. I'm very luckly to look the way I do today. However in the bottom picture you can see what remains from what used to be one of the big dark blueish black spots, and you can see the scar on my eyebrow, from where I had a big triangle of no skin. You can also see a spot on my chin where hair does not grow. I had to have that stitched up too.

Moral of the story: Plastic grocery bags are the DEVIL!

 

[Enriquespy]

For the next year I had two big blueish black scars on the left side of my face. For a few months in the middle of that, they had white bumbs all over them, and on a few ocasions a bump would turn into a pimple, from which a tiny piece of gravel would emerge.

OMG why did you add the nasty part?

 

[LouFerignoDemon]

It's actually very interesting, to witness the body's ability to eventually refuse foreign material.

 

[nosebleed.]

It's actually very interesting, to witness the body's ability to eventually refuse foreign material.

then why does mine retain so much junk food?

 

[LouFerignoDemon]

Because you can digest it. And it takes a LONG time to get rid of stuff the body can't process.

 

[chaseter]

I used to work at a theatre when I was a kid...a very old theatre. A man once killed another man performing on stage because he cheated with his wife. There was also a very bad fire there that killed a lot of people and most of the bricks in the balcony where the lighting boards and stuff are still has ash on them. Well anyways, a friend and I were painting sets one afternoon and we were talking about the ghost. Suddenly, all the lights went out and we darted the hell out of there. We also closed every night when we left since we were the last people there during pre-production. We always turn off all the lights and lock up and put the keys in the slot. The next day, we got let in by the secretary and we got in trouble for leaving all the balcony lights on...but we didn't. We have also heard a lot of stories of actresses feeling watched in the dressing rooms and the tunnels that lead under the stage. Lastly, a friend's mom had a floral shop right next door to the theatre. She usually worked at nights during busy times and she swears she heard old music and footsteps even when she knew nobody was next door. I hate that place.

 

[Abaddon]

I used to work at a theatre when I was a kid...a very old theatre. A man once killed another man performing on stage because he cheated with his wife. There was also a very bad fire there that killed a lot of people and most of the bricks in the balcony where the lighting boards and stuff are still has ash on them. Well anyways, a friend and I were painting sets one afternoon and we were talking about the ghost. Suddenly, all the lights went out and we darted the hell out of there. We also closed every night when we left since we were the last people there during pre-production. We always turn off all the lights and lock up and put the keys in the slot. The next day, we got let in by the secretary and we got in trouble for leaving all the balcony lights on...but we didn't. We have also heard a lot of stories of actresses feeling watched in the dressing rooms and the tunnels that lead under the stage. Lastly, a friend's mom had a floral shop right next door to the theatre. She usually worked at nights during busy times and she swears she heard old music and footsteps even when she knew nobody was next door. I hate that place.