<p>Well I have always thought this could have been ANYTHING but what it seemed like was indeed ... Quite creepy </p><p>When I was 15 me and my friend made up that we could "talk and channel to ghosts". And our friend was that gullable she actually believed us. But anyway, she said that we should go to a graveyard and try and talk to ghosts so we did. When we got there me and my friend who was in on the joke we started making out that we could see a man pointing and after a while of just talking crap. The girl was all like "yeah I can see him I can see him!" so we started laughing to ourselves and she looked over to where the man was apparently "pointing" and she just went completely silent and we looked over and all we saw was a girl I would say she looked about the age of a young adult wearing like a old dress but not like a cheesy horror story kind it was like formal wear that an old person would wear and she had incredibly messy hair and she looked at us. And she had completely white eyes no lie what so ever it may have been the lighting or whatever and stood up and started walking towards us and we just ran or our lives fully convinced we saw a ghost.  </p>

I wouldn't last a day

<p>Well, I once wildly hallucinated my old doll getting up and moving about and staring me dead in the eye causing me to have years of horrible nightmares and phobias and keeping dolls out of my house ever since. </p>

<p>A spider just crawled up my bed and I killed it but now I can't go back to sleep because IT TIED TO CRAWL UP MY FREAKING BED!!! HOW FREAKING STUPID WAS THAT FREAKING SPIDER TO CRAWL UP A YOUNG GIRL'S BED?! NOW I CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE TANKS TO HOW THE HUMAN BRAIN WORKS, EVERY LITTLE BRUSH OR TICKLE FEELS LIKE A SPIDER BECAUSE OF A STUPID SPIDER TRYING TO CRAWL UP MY BED. </p>

<div class="quote"><i>PyroGothNerd wrote:
A spider just crawled up my bed and I killed it but now I can't go back to sleep because IT TIED TO CRAWL UP MY FREAKING BED!!! HOW FREAKING STUPID WAS THAT FREAKING SPIDER TO CRAWL UP A YOUNG GIRL'S BED?! NOW I CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE TANKS TO HOW THE HUMAN BRAIN WORKS, EVERY LITTLE BRUSH OR TICKLE FEELS LIKE A SPIDER BECAUSE OF A STUPID SPIDER TRYING TO CRAWL UP MY BED.</i></div>
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I've got the same thing about the thousands of ants in my house. :/ </p>

<p>Well, I explained away the radio thing (I decided that the whistling was coming from the radio) but recently something else happened. </p><p>Behind my church there's a small playground for the Sunday School kids. One night after Youth Group I was really pissed, and since swing sets involve so much kicking, I got on the swing and started swinging. There's a lot of creaking noises on the swingset, and it was kind of hard to hear, but I swear I heard a little kid's voice--the kind of age where it's hard to tell if it's a boy or a girl--saying, "I'm here." He/she said more, but I couldn't make out any words. </p><p>I left the playground and was walking behind the church and I heard somebody whistling. I turned around and it stopped. These kinds of things happen to me all the time, but it was especially scary because it's never happened outside the house before. </p>

<p>Apologies for the shameless self promotion, but I've already written about the creepiest thing that ever happened to me: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/A_True_Story </p><p>Second prize would go to a series of dreams I had when I was thirteen. Three nights in a row, I had a nightmare in which I was standing perfectly still, surrounded by fog, watching a hooded figure walk towards me, waving its arms (more recently I realized my brain plucked this image straight out of the original Star Wars, the first time you see Obi-Wan coming over the hill, trying to scare off the Tusken Raiders). Every night, the figure got a little closer. On the third night, it got close enough for me to see its face. It's a little difficult to describe, but imagine an elongated doglike snout, almost like Goofy, but with sharp teeth. The thing said my name, and I woke up immediately. For a second I thought I could hear my name actually echoing in my bedroom. </p>

<p>When my uncle died my littlest brother was 4. We went to hs house to visit my aunt. (Note that my brother had never been there or seen my uncle). Once we were there my little brother went to my mom and said he wanted to go to the room with the toys. He kept repeating that. Finally i asked how he knew there was a room full of toys. (My uncle was a toy collecter.) He pointed to a picture of my uncle and said exactly "That person told me sissy"... Thats one of the many creepy things that hapened to me. </p>

<div class="quote"><i>Peaceloveandsparkles wrote:
When my uncle died my littlest brother was 4. We went to hs house to visit my aunt. (Note that my brother had never been there or seen my uncle). Once we were there my little brother went to my mom and said he wanted to go to the room with the toys. He kept repeating that. Finally i asked how he knew there was a room full of toys. (My uncle was a toy collecter.) He pointed to a picture of my uncle and said exactly "That person told me sissy"... Thats one of the many creepy things that hapened to me.</i></div>
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That's...almost cute. </p>

<p>I think the scariest thing that ever happened to me was when I was twelve. I had been running on some trails behind a humongous abandoned tunnel for a race, and I was in front of most of the people but I was really tired. The tunnel is a popular tourist site, so there were people reaching the end of the tunnel while I was entering it. Some guy made a weird face at me and kept walking, but I was too beat to react. </p><p>It is completely dark after a few feet into the freakin' tunnel, and it's scary going on your own, especially when you're twelve. I was getting increasingly freaked out as I walked, and about when I was in the middle of the tunnel I got really scared and started running. What really set this for the freakiest moment of my life was that, as I started to run, someone, presumably that guy that made the face at me, started to laugh really loud, and it echoed through the tunnel, seeming to follow me as I ran. </p><p>As I reached the car my friend who was in front of me asked me what was wrong because I looked so freaked out, but I didn't say anything about it. It inspired me to write a story about that tunnel, though. I've promised myself that I will work hard on it and post it up on here. </p><p>Another freaky moment was when my ex was acting like s/he was possessed and almost fuckin' stabbed me and/or slit my throat. I just stood there while s/he was behind me, and I told her/him, "Do it." Or the time where s/he was trying to take me to the river beside her/his house to drown me. </p><p>But that was an abusive relationship, so every moment was fucking scary. </p>