User:Hypnagogia/Earthly Creepiness

The kind of creepiness you are far, far more likely to actually encounter in your life. I know things like kids getting scared of invisible people, dogs barking at said invisible people, shadow people, deja vu, crazy coincidences, and so on are common, but those would be filed under "Dreams" or "Not really plausible, even though they're really common". These ones don't have much to do with the paranormal (I suppose.), dreams, or the like.

But some of this stuff will be just plain weird and inexplicable, bordering on "hm, a demon must have done it".

=People=

Teachers and Authorities

 * This took place in my 9th and 10th grades of high school (98-99). I was taking "health" and "biology." My teacher got knocked up twice in two years. She named her two kids "Jamie" (my first name) and "now common female first name, even though it is a surname." If she didn't look like an anorexic Skeletor (and I LIKE petite women), I'm sure I would have laid the pipe, but dammit, Mrs. Kibbe, you managed to creep me the gently caress out. Really? Flirting with me during sex-ed? Then naming your two kids in two years my first and last name? That's just plain creepy.

Random Perverts
 You'll Need This  Walking through the woods one evening with my girlfriend, a rough looking guy emerged from another pathway, walked up to me, and handed me a condom.

'You'll need this.'

He then walked back the way he came. I still have the condom.

Ambiguous

 * When I was young (about eight) I had a friend who claimed to have killed another child. His house was on a hillside just over a cement canal that was dry half the year. In his backyard he had a raised clubhouse/play place sort of thing that, if you climbed it and over the fence put you at least 50 feet over the canal. So his story went that one day he and this nameless friend were playing around and the friend decided to climb the fence for fun. So as he's sitting atop the fence when my friend had the sudden urge to shove the other boy, so he did. It was called an accident and there was no investigation. I was only friends with this kid for another few years. I don't know if his parents knew the truth. Maybe they did and they were just protecting him. Maybe my friend made up the pushing part to impress me? I don't know. This guy is about 23 now and works at the local FYE. I see him once in awhile. I've always wanted to ask him about it, but so far I haven't had the courage to walk up and be like, "did you really murder that kid, dude?" ▪


 * Being visited (read: it is 7 AM and there are cops banging at both doors) by the local police and suddenly finding out that the previous renter of your home did some 'pretty bad stuff' and has a felony warrant out for aggravated assault is pretty inexplicable. Being told that there will likely be more cops dropping in occasionally because LOTS of bad folks lived there is also baffling. The creepy bit is when you start wondering if said tenants might come back. ▪

=Startling=
 * Mjoj: When I was young (11 or 12) I was lying in my bed and I couldn't sleep. I was a little scared because the room was really quiet, so I had an odd desire to hear the smoke detector. The smoke detector had never gone off in this house before, but as soon as I thought about it, I was jolted out of bed by none other than the smoke detector. Mom turned it off after a while, but we went all around the house and there was no smoke or anything that could explain it being set off. ▪


 * Crotch Apples: I, too, have had moments from my childhood dealing with strange noises in the basement. Like when it was late at night and I would hear footsteps, bumping, and see the light spill out onto the kitchen floor. It scared me poo poo-less as I had no idea what it could possible be and the frequency was erratic. Eventually it stopped around when I was six or so.  It was years later when my then-teenage brother told me he used to sneak girls in and they would fool around in the basement. ▪

=Unsettling=
 * Junk Science: In fifth grade, I left my house to stand at the bus stop down the street. When I got there, I noticed literally hundreds of sheets of paper scattered throughout the street. Naturally, I concluded that someone's recycling bin had spilled over, but it wasn't recycling day and there were no trash cans or anything of the sort put out. When I picked up one of the pieces, I saw that it had my name on the upper right corner. They all did. Turns out they were all some kind of worksheet or homework that I had done in the years past. I hadn't kept any of them or given them to my parents, so their presence was truly mind-boggling, and remains so to this day.


 * egon_beeblebrox: One year, my little brother kept hearing things outside his bedroom window. They had just moved to a new house, and he was still slightly high-strung about everything, so this didn't help things out. He kept hearing banging outside of it, like someone was jumping up and down on the front porch. Of course, nobody was there whenever he looked out. It finally ended when, after a night of such noises, he went outside and the screen on the exterior of his window had holes burnt all through it, in the general shape and size of hand prints. Since his window is about nine feet off the ground, it was mildly disturbing. It never really happened again after the hand prints were discovered.

=Gross=
 * kith_groupie: I once rented this place in Portland for a few months. It was completely furnished, including cups and plates. I guess this isn't creepy (the house was pretty creepy though, peeling wallpaper and creaky furnace and stuff) as it's completely inexplicable to me. There was this one mug I used for tea because it was very large. It looked perfectly normal, except for each time I put hot water in it it would sweat black liquid on the outside. Odorless, sightly viscous little black drops would seep out of it every time, no matter how much I washed it. I asked the guy who owned the place if he had any idea and he didn't either. I just can't imagine what it was.
 * DON'T DRINK THAT