Growing up in the early 80’s there was a big abandoned two story house about four miles away from my neighborhood. I always hung out with the same four or five kids back then and the rumor we heard was that in the 40’s and 50’s an old man lived there who would abduct children and take them to that house to torture and kill them.

We didn’t go out there too often (we had a dump and a swimming/fishing hole in the other direction) but when we did we’d always dare each other to go inside. My parents caught us near there once and screamed at us to never to go in there. They were really upset and said that while we couldn’t see it from the outside, a fire had damaged most of the house and that it could fall down at any time. They told me to stay away or I’d get the belt like never before.

So the next day we went back to the house and I finally got tired of the dares from my friends and went inside. I remembered being told about the fire but aside from the place being empty and dirty there didn’t seem to be any damage. It was very big inside and all of the floors and walls were covered in a dark shade of wood . I walked around the first floor starting in the vestibule and moved through the living room on my left. I went through the kitchen, dining room and what looked like a study and found myself back at the front door. Things started to feel really creepy.

I walked out the front door and my friends all called me a chicken. They reminded me that the dare was to go through all of the house and I hadn’t spent a long enough time inside.

I turned around and found myself back in the vestibule looking at the staircase leading up to the second floor. I took a deep breath and started to climb. I’d made it just about halfway up the stairs when to my left, part of the ceiling above the living room fell with a tremendous crash. My friends were all screaming outside because of the noise, I ran down the steps and was heading for the front door when something caught my eye. In the ruble left by the falling ceiling I saw what looked to be twenty or so partially burnt Christmas presents tied with bows. Walking over to the area I saw children’s toys in the packages, the most memorable being a doll with half its face just melted away. I looked up through the hole in the ceiling and a saw an old metal Christmas tree that was also burnt.

I stood in that living room in kind of a trance, I don’t know if I was having a vision or what but I could see in my mind exactly what had happened there years ago; there was a scrawny old man with white scraggily hair decorating the upstairs room for Christmas, laughing and giggling like a school girl, while tears flowed down the faces of the three children gagged and bound to chairs around him. A spark shot from the electrical outlet near the window that ignited the drapes,  which set the tinsel and fake snow on the window ablaze. The old man ran to put out the fire, as he beat at the flames he became entangled in the tinsel and caught fire himself. He ran around spreading the fire throughout the room. The children screamed as they burned, but when their bindings fell away, all three children ran at the old man and tackled him to the floor.  

I came back to my senses when another part of the ceiling collapsed almost on top of me. I ran out the door and about a mile down the road until I stopped. My friends caught up with me and asked what had happened. I told them and we were all determined to find out if my vision was real. We did our best to find anything out about it, I even asked my parents and took a beating for just talking about the house. We never could get any information out of anyone regarding that house or what really happened there.

I don't have many stories, but there are a couple that stand out. Only one that I would really call creepy and, honestly, I really don't want to tell that one. The others aren't creepy, just strange.

First of all, one related to my grand dad who died in 2006. He worked as an engineer on towboats for most of his life. He was very fond of the last boat he was chief on before retirement.

When we had grand dads funeral, the route to the cemetery took us by the river. Sure enough, as the funeral procession passed by a particularly scenic overlook of the river, we look up to see a boat pushing a tow. As you might be guessing, it wasn't just any boat. We would've recognized grand dads old boat anywhere. I suppose it would be easy to chalk it up to happenstance, but I often like to think his old boat had come by to see him off on his last journey.

Secondly, I have had two out of body experiences. These did NOT occur while I was asleep and can't be attributed to dreams. The first one occurred when I was about 6 years old. It was during the middle of the day at Lambert Field in St Louis. We had taken my aunt to the airport and I remember we were running through the terminal because we were late. I distinctly remember my point of view shifting as if I was floating disembodied about ten feet in front of our group. I retained normal control of my body and mind, despite the weird POV. About two years later, this happened again at a doctors office. My POV shifted to where I was looking at myself through the open door of the exam room. Again, I retained complete control of my mind and body. Not really a creepy experience per se, but definitely unusual. I have no way to explain it.

I agree... I envision an abandoned pripyat and in some deep dark long forgotten bunker,and that is playing into the intercom,

DAMN

and also this thread needed a bump

WHAT THE FUCK

It has been playing that buzz since '87? It has to have a power supply and the radio itself must have needed maintenance over the years. Even if it was interference on a radio you think someone would have noticed in the 26 years it has been broadcasting.

I apologize if this is a repost in this thread but couldn't find it in a quick search. Here is one version of the ongoing creepy neighbor I had as a youth:

It would not surprise me in the least to learn that I lived next to a serial killer and exchanged Christmas cards with him.

Growing up, we had a scary reclusive neighbor. He allegedly burned the 3 houses surrounding mine (both neighbors and the one across the street). 1 was ruled electrical, but he was the first on scene to help and observe in the middle of the night. The other 2 were arson, but no suspect was ever found.  One of those involved stacking firewood in the house, pillaging the wife's underwear drawer, dousing the place with accelerant, and torching it.

This neighbor lived alone in a small house on a large, heavily wooded plot of land with a barn in back. He had many trees that were around the 100' tall mark and dense ground cover that made his place look like someone dropped a 5 acre forest in the middle of Idaho farmland.

He would disappear for weeks at a time, and return with his car or truck painted a different color every time. He lurked around the neighborhood, mostly at night. There were irrigation ditches running behind all the houses, so a person could travel far unseen. One time I saw his face in my bathroom window, and all the kids in the neighborhood had similar stories.  Camping out by the drainage canal was always good for a scare when you heard footsteps in the dark. Our little sweet female Samoyed only growled one time, and that was at someone hiding in our yard.

He was occasionally spotted wearing drag at the grocery store, though I never witnessed that myself. My father caught someone trying to break into his house, and from that point on it was almost like we were under his "protection." He'd actually show up at our door each Christmas after that with boxes of chocolates and some books; we always made sure to have a card & basket for him.

His house was raided by local and federal LE after he shot a kid for plinking at bullfrogs in the public canal. The kid survived; it was bird shot; family didn't press charges. My father was good friends with several members of the LE community and got an AAR. There was apparently nothing overtly incriminating found, however: his place had some booby traps, mirrors on the ceilings, and cameras on tripods. Enlarged photographs of area houses/neighborhoods covered the walls, and the bookshelves had stacks of books on the occult and a copy of "How to Fake Your Own Death." One of my neighbors heard him digging or working on what sounded like heavy metal or concrete in the middle of the night in a wooded corner of the yard.

He died under very suspicious circumstances. He had some equally creepy friends (bad, bad guys), who somehow managed to get him to leave his estate to them. Shortly thereafter, he was found dead at their place, in the nude. Death was ruled natural.  

We neighborhood kids saw it as our duty to explore his abandoned property. Now that our little light trespassing is far enough in the past, I'll relate a few interesting finds:

The barn in his yard had stairs leading to the top floor, accessed by a trap door. The room was completely empty, save for a wooden rocking chair in the middle. The walls were completely covered with floral wallpaper, including the windows. There was a cellar to the barn, but we didn't have time to check it out.

The smell of decay often came from his property; not surprising since he had many domestic animals/wildlife living there. There was a truck camper that smelled particularly awful. It was locked, and we could see trash bags inside. One of my friends went back later by himself and actually [ahem] gained access to the camper. He poked one of the bags with a screwdriver and was rewarded with a gush of putrefied biomatter. We mentioned it to an adult, who told us it was probably just his dead dog.

His house had been pretty much cleaned out by his newfound heirs. There were a few leftover books on the shelves, and a key with the cryptic notation "underground vault." The basement was unfinished; cinder block walls with a hallway and 2 rooms along one side. Each room was also unfinished; plain concrete walls and a concrete floor, with a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling by a cord. There was a bare wire mattress/spring frame up against the wall in one room. I kid you not, it looked like something you'd see in the movies.

Right about the time our intrepid group of 4 heavily armed explorers explored the tiny basement, we ALL heard footsteps walking across the living room directly overhead. We bolted up the stairs, out the back door behind the kitchen, and probably stopped running about half a mile down the road.

Within a month, the entire wooded lot was burned in an unexplained fire. The buildings and trees were leveled. The new owners of the property performed some development.  One ofmthose was allowing a road to be built over the area that our collective imagination had determined that his underground vault was.

My father went to his viewing and confirmed that it was him. I actually went to his brief and almost empty funeral service as a kind of closure. Is it any wonder that I used to sleep with a light on, worried every night that someone was going to break into the house and set it on fire? Rough way to feel as a child, but it's nothing compared to the stresses some kids have to endure.

Sounds like a navigation beacon to me.There are several kinds; I used to be hypnotized by the LORAN beacons in the HF region. They sounded just like aircraft engines to me.

One could only imagine what he got away with.

Were his buddies known ex-cons or did they set off your spidey sense??

I don't know if his buddies had criminal records, but that's because i haven't looked into it. IIRC, the kid my age had a few run-ins with the law.  We always knew to stay far away from them. My family owned a pice of land thy wanted. First they asked for it, then claimed it was theirs, then began breaking into my grandparents' home. Then the threats of fire and other worse things began to arrive..

My invalid grandparents gift-deeded them a decent chunk of land just to get the harassment and threats to stop.

once again as always this thread delivers

Here's hoping it continues to deliver, perhaps with more from M1Ed.



40 pages = epic status, IMNSHO.

That is seriously messed up.

Not to derail the thread, but there are lots of numbers stations.  The Buzzer is probably the most well known of them.  They are probably used by various intelligence communities, but some have hypothesized that they are dead-hand switches. That they've been set up to trigger....something.  

I was driving home from work the other day and I got stopped at a red light behind an SUV that had the most interesting vanity plate I have ever seen.

"EXORCST"

I was, like, .

Wonder if he was a priest, or it was just a nickname perhaps?

Anyway, BTT for more stories.

Thanks for the heart attack. I tried to play the embedded version and got a YT error so I clicked on the link and watched part of it on YT and immediately closed out since it's late...lol. Then I forgot to close out this window and about 10 minutes later, I randomly start hearing that video's audio playing while I was about to fall asleep while this file uploads and damn near shat myself. Of course the video actually still has the error sign but the audio started playing.

Why couldn't it have played immediately instead of waiting until I forgot about it?

jesus

From the skinwalker thread.  https://cdn.anonfiles.com/1339610286949.pdf

I love this one, from that thread.  First read it a couple years ago, but it still gives me the heeby jeebies:

That is a creepy story.  Someone has a pretty good imagination.  But they made one mistake which makes their tall tale fall apart, there is absolutely no way any sane person would laughingly suggest stopping and fighting a shirtless man, with glowing red eyes, that can jump off a 50 foot cliffs, hit a moving jeep, fall out, get up, and then run 55 mph....







 

Come on, man!!








I love stories like that, even if deep down, I don't truly believe them.

It's back!!!!!!! I'm not going to sleep tonight. These are too much fun

Another one is "The Fapper."



Okay, just kidding.  That was just a way to get another night time BTT for a great thread.

Secondly, I have had two out of body experiences. These did NOT occur while I was asleep and can't be attributed to dreams. The first one occurred when I was about 6 years old. It was during the middle of the day at Lambert Field in St Louis. We had taken my aunt to the airport and I remember we were running through the terminal because we were late. I distinctly remember my point of view shifting as if I was floating disembodied about ten feet in front of our group. I retained normal control of my body and mind, despite the weird POV. About two years later, this happened again at a doctors office. My POV shifted to where I was looking at myself through the open door of the exam room. Again, I retained complete control of my mind and body. Not really a creepy experience per se, but definitely unusual. I have no way to explain it.[/quote]


This happened to me 15 years ago shortly after my mother died on my fathers big surprise 50th birthday party.   Scary part was it happened as I was jay walking with my brother and sister after the party right before we got in the car.   I can't explain it either.  

Dude!  Your neighbor was Dennis Hopper?!  Find any ears?  

Gonna bring the thread back with a story from last Wednesday. I have a nearly 2 year old son and one of our favorite games is peekaboo/ hide and seek around the couch and love seat. I duck behind and pop up and he runs around trying to catch me. Well I'm at work and my wife calls. She says Noah is playing the game with someone that she can't see. Also after laughing at it he creepily holds his hand next to his face pointing at it and says "youuuuuuuu" followed by more laughing. WTF...

When I was 8 my grandpa passed away. I was at my grandma's house at the time and locked myself in a bedroom there. I remember just crying and crying in the dark as I was really close to him (tearing up just writing this). At some point I opened my eyes and the room lit up with a bright flash. I shot up and couldn't understand how that happened. I told my dad about it after it happened. I figured it was some kind of sign from my grandpa. Well, about 2 years ago while watching Ghost Hunters the same thing happened on the show and they caught it on camera. I think it was Grant who said when that happens it is a sign from a pure spirit. I immediately went to my dads and told him the story. He had chills from head to toe.

In the west it was called Dead Hand, the supposed Russian codename is Perimetr. It's a nuclear dead man switch, the Ruskies wanted to make sure that if all leadership was killed in a first strike their missiles would still launch.



 

My maternal grandmother passed away about ten years ago now.

She was known, in my family, by a distinctive nickname.

My brother and sister in law reported that about a year ago, my two year old nephew was standing in their living room one night, and he kept pointing to one part of the living room and making faces like he could
see someone standing there.

However, there was no one standing there.  He was pointing at thin air.

Suddenly the boy turned and smiled at his parents, still pointing, and said my late grandmother's nickname.

He had never heard it spoken prior to this.

My brother said he almost fell out of his chair.

Creepy shit!

I'm not a fan of the file name for that picture.

A few years back, I was setting on a creek bank, rustleing leaves to get the squirrels moveing and i looked down at my gloved hand and there was about a 3" scorpion setting on the back of my hand. I shook it off and it scurried away.

Once I was in an old shed looking for an axe, I picked  up the axe, and I swear I saw what looked like the legs of a huge spider on the wrapped around it firther down the handle. I am not talking about a wolf spider, I mean something with legs that were hairy and half the diameter of a pencil. I dropped the axe and looked for the spider but I never found it.

As a young boy I used to walk to a lake  four or five miles from my house thought the woods and set on a spillway pipe and fish around the outflow. the pool it formed was surrounded by huge lime stone boulders. I would always put my fish on a stringer and let it hang down into the water below the pipe. Once I looked down and the fish I had caught were being swarmed by water moccasins. When I tried to pull them up I realized the rocks beside the pipe were also swarming with the snakes and my fish smacked into them and they got pissed. Real pissed. There were two or three in the water and four or fize in the rocks and they were all mad.

I got up and run for it, and luckily I wasnt bit. But I will bever forget seeing a bunch of snakes strikeing andsnapping at the air towards me.

Don't you check under your bed every night?

I do.

Almost forgot about this until it was mentioned tonight with old friends.










 

Sounds like maybe a bear or a swamp panther.

Ever before heard a big cat like a cougar, panther or puma?  

It is usually a moan/groan, then a roar, then a trailing groan.  Most people who have never heard a real big cat's roar don't know about the beginning and end parts - movies, etc just use the middle.

I sleep during the day.  So I assume I'm safe.

I have heard Panthers moan and groan (they were caged ones). It didnt sound liek that at all but then again animals can make sounds that are uncommon. No bears here though.

 

I've debated sharing it because it sounds too stupid to be real, but I swear on all that I hold dear it happened exactly like I'm telling you.

This happened the other night while my wife was asleep.

I was doing some work and finishing up payroll for my staff at around 2:30 am. Our daughter hasn't been well so I tend to stay up all night to keep an eye on her. I have insomnia anyway. I've had insomnia since I was a baby.

Anyway, my wife screamed the most blood curdling scream I have ever heard in my life. I grabbed my gun and ran into the bedroom. She was sound asleep, curled up in her favorite position, and sleeping so deeply I had to shake her several times to wake her. When she rolls to face me I see that her nose is bloody and so is a spot high on her forehead.

Then I realize that the window is open and the mini blind is stuck out the bottom. Folks, that window is a good twenty + feet in the air and the only way to access it is with a ladder. I yank the blinds up and the window is open about three inches and the screen is still in place. You have to release the screens from the INSIDE of the house, but they're on perfectly. We don't open the windows. Ever. We have central air and that particular window hasn't been opened since our house was painted five years ago.

But the window was open.

My wife leaped out of bed and said, "Oh God, that's how it got in the house in my dream."

I'm shaking at that point. So, she tells me she had a dream that a demon/alien looking thing was using surgical objects on her eyes, nose, and ears. Like I said, she had a bloody nose and blood on her forehead.

I don't know what the hell happened. I checked her hands, thinking she may have scratched herself or something, but there was no blood on her hands or fingers, plus she gets squared nails at the salon with no sharp edges. The window was painted shut so I'm not sure how she could have opened it and if she had, surely I would have heard it. Nothing has happened since then. She keeps a lamp on all night now, though.

What.  The.  Fuck.



That is pretty disturbing.

What. The. Fuck.

Dude, damn. How can you defend against this? Damn dude, my thoughts are with you, that sucks.

Pics of said window from inside the house and outside?

I will get a picture of the window later on today. There's nothing much to photograph, though, if I'm being honest. It's just a regular old window. I will get shots from outside and inside, though. Actually, it may be tomorrow because it's raining.

I don't know how to defend against something that I can't see or even understand. Neither of us can figure out what the hell happened that night. We've talked it to death. I've opened the window once since I shut it that night and it was hard as hell to open and it made a loud racket. It was a loud enough racket that my wife came upstairs from the garage sale she was having to see what I was doing. Like I said, I know for a fact that was the first time it had been opened in the five years since we had the house painted. I SHOULD have heard it open that night and didn't. I have since purchased wood that I've wedged into the top of all the windows so they can't be opened from the outside.

But even that feels stupid because the screen was on the window that night. For someone to have opened that window from the outside they would have needed to remove the screen. The screens here latch on the inside of the window. There's no damage to the screen that I could see. Plus the window was locked until that night. It's a regular lock as well.

No other incidents have occurred.

I have had a recurring nightmare since that happened and it's very vivid and always the same. In it, I'm in bed closest to that window (which is my usual spot) and I'm reading my Kindle. I hear something scraping at the window and for some reason I won't even turn my head and look. It's just this oppressive and terrifying feeling that if I turn my head and look I'll see something so evil it will destroy me. That's the feeling I get in the dream. My dream-self is convinced that merely turning my head that way will result in death. I've never had a dream like that before and I'm chalking it up to whatever my wife and I experienced that night. That's all it can be.

My God, man, that is some scary shit.  Something involving my wife or son would frighten me the most.
 




 

Or that "it" isn't subject to physical barriers. (?)
The opened window was probably unnecessary, but employed to further terrify or confuse.