Originally Posted By pepperbelly:









You should walk under a tree with peacocks in it. I damn near pissed my pants.

Originally Posted By M1-Ed:


We used to live down the road from a family that raised peacocks. Their children liked our collie so my Dad gave him to them. Before that they would squawk all day. After they got the collie as soon as they made a noise it would round them up and they would shut up.


Ed
 

Originally Posted By pepperbelly:



You should walk under a tree with peacocks in it. I damn near pissed my pants.

Originally Posted By p2tharizo:
Can't figure out how to subscribe....but wanna find this thread again!

Originally Posted By DangerJ:
Reposting from my thread in team. This happened this week.

Backstory: my GF from college and I had a rabbit that we book looked after. I really liked the furball and missed it after we split. I haven’t talked to my ex for about 6 months. Haven’t thought about the rabbit it an even longer time.

Saturday night I had an odd, very real dream. The rabbit came to live with me and my cat, and they were getting along just fine. Best friends. The dream was very detailed with the rabbit running around my house, doing all the things rabbits do and playing around with my cat.

My ex calls me Sunday morning sobbing, saying that she found the rabbit dead that morning.

That’s odd, right? I can’t get this out of my head. I’m kinda sad about the rabbit passing, but I’m more concerned with having a dream about the thing the very night of its death.

Originally Posted By Berettadeprived:
My 10 year old  son occasionally wakes up for the toilet at night / early morning, he needs to walk past our room to get there.

A few nights ago my wife woke up at 3am and as she did she was facing the door, we have the hall way light on at night so we don't kill or incapacitate ourselve3s when we get up (It is wicked dark in that hall at night)

Anyway, as she woke up she saw our son begin to walk past our door and then hesitate like he normally does when he is half awake and then proceed past the door toward the toilet.

As he walked past the door she realized that he had already come to our bed and was sleeping between us, we only have one child, she woke me up and I cleared the house but she was certain she saw him, I left it alone but the next day I asked her more about it because I could see it was on her mind and she does not have any interest in supernatural occurrences, she has no wish to explore the subject at all.

She told me that what she was was more of a shadow about the right size for our son and her mind immediately told her she saw our son, but he was asleep in the bed with us.

My son tried like hell to get out of sleeping, he hates going to sleep, he tries to convince us he needs to do extra homework, read a book or do something but sleep, he has not gone to sleep before 11:30pm for a long time, he eventually gets so tired that he passes out and that is the only way he sleeps.

Originally Posted By Asimpledumbguy:
This reminds me about that creepy or wierd things found in the woods post back in my lurking days.  I remember one entry about somone finding a wooden cross in the middle of the woods with nails and blood stains, associated with devil worshipers.  Creeeeepy!

Originally Posted By Axethrower:
Sure are some great stories in this old thread, and this is the time of year to read them again

I've looked through the pages for a specific story in both this thread and the old creepy-thread, but I can't find it. It's about an older guy who is in the woods, hunting from his treestand. He is attacked by some bigfoot-creature who tries to get him out of the treestand, but it disappears once the guy gets his rifle. Anyone else read it/remember it? I'm quite certain I read it here on arfcom.

Originally Posted By NY_Shooter:


You didn't look hard enough.  Go back 1 page in this thread, and the link to the story you seek is about halfway down the page.

Originally Posted By 6winchester2:







This shit is creepy.

Originally Posted By Axethrower:
Sure are some great stories in this old thread, and this is the time of year to read them again

I've looked through the pages for a specific story in both this thread and the old creepy-thread, but I can't find it. It's about an older guy who is in the woods, hunting from his treestand. He is attacked by some bigfoot-creature who tries to get him out of the treestand, but it disappears once the guy gets his rifle. Anyone else read it/remember it? I'm quite certain I read it here on arfcom.

Originally Posted By robplumm:



That rabbit liked you, too...
 

Originally Posted By Jaster:
I have a few but this is the only one that really scared the ever loving piss out of me. I was about 7-8 at the time. There was a fall carnival at a local church that me and the parents went to. When we went home probably around 8PM my Dad broke the telescope out to look at 3 planets that were aligned that night.(Knowing some astronomy I should know but this was 20 years ago)

We set it up on the trunk of my grandmother's car. I'm a little bored at this time so I'm kinda staring off looking around when my eyes catch my Dad's face which is pale as can be with his jaw dropped. I look up to see what he's looking at and there is a white disc floating through the sky slow and silent. After staring matching my fathers face with my own blank, white and touching dirt; I bolted straight up in the air and jolted into the house dove behind my grandfather's chair and hid.

My grandparents stood up and pretty much said "WTF is going on?" All I can manage was "The Aliens are coming." My grandfather went to the front door and looked up and watched it for a few moments. When it passed to the backside of the house my father and grandfather went to the back door and it was completely gone. I remember that day like it were yesterday. Scared the hell out of me.

Originally Posted By Captain_Morgan:


Back in college, there was some guy that looked just like me.  Apparently, friends of mine would mistakenly approach him and friends of his would approach me.  We never met though, lol.  

Originally Posted By bearman71:


OH big deal just ONE look-a-like, I have at least 6 and counting on the east coast. every time I meed a new group of people they know another of my doppelgangers. it starts to get old

OH and I sound like all of them to

Originally Posted By bearman71:


OH big deal just ONE look-a-like, I have at least 6 and counting on the east coast. every time I meed a new group of people they know another of my doppelgangers. it starts to get old

OH and I sound like all of them to

Originally Posted By FrankSymptoms:




There's at least one Arfcommer who has posted his picture, who looks enough like me to be a twin.

Originally Posted By pepperbelly:



Those are clones, not dopplegangers. Your ass is grass.

Originally Posted By M1-Ed:







We used to live down the road from a family that raised peacocks. Their children liked our collie so my Dad gave him to them. Before that they would squawk all day. After they got the collie as soon as they made a noise it would round them up and they would shut up.





Ed

 

I was started to get weirded out a little until she showed me a picture- of me. It was a guy in Army uniform and I swear it was like looking in the mirror.

Originally Posted By pinabyu:
This is not my story, but it is one of the scariest ones I've ever read:


When I and my wife were quite a bit younger, we decided that we would spend the bicentennial outdoors. Yes, July of '76......we're old. We lived in Pueblo at the time, and decided to go hiking, fishing and camp along Lime Creek between Durango and Silverton. There wasn't anything other than brookies in the creek, but they were plentiful and fun to catch.

We left our car by the side of the road along Old Lime Creek Road about 5 miles in from the highway and packed in upstream along the creek with our shepherd, Rebel. It only took us about an hour to get to where we wanted to camp, a nice meadow beside the creek just before a slot canyon that required you to swim to get any further upstream. Either that or take a several mile detour.

We camped uneventfully that night, the third of July, enjoying the sounds of the rippling creek and nature all around us. It was such a nice night that we just slept out under the stars, didn't bother to pitch our little backpacking tent. A little cool, but we had the fire going and our lightweight 30 degree bags, so we were very comfortable.

The next day we had breakfast, packed up and we all swam our way up the creek to the next wide spot with a bit of bank in the canyon, only about 150 yards or so. Now Rebel was never one to turn down a chance to get wet, but we had to do quite a bit of coaxing to get him to follow us up the creek. We fished and splashed upstream a bit, and before we knew it it was lunchtime. We thought we'd fry up some of those brookies but we were in this slot canyon that terminated in a fairly deep pool with about a ten foot rocky waterfall at the end of it.

We decided that I would scale the waterfall and pull the dog and the packs up and then I'd help Maggie get up. It was fairly difficult, even with the help of an old cable left over from a mining operation that was hanging down the side wall of the canyon. It took a LOT of effort and though we finally made it, we looked back down that waterfall and wondered what the heck we were thinking. Rebel was none too happy about it either, and seemed to get more irritable by the minute. We found enough driftwood at the rocky top of the falls to get a fire started and get the fish fried up, but that was about it.

You know the uneasy feeling that several others have mentioned? It was like a switch turned on and we all of a sudden became aware of our surroundings. It grew like a cancer and I actually watched the hair on the back of Rebel's neck stand up. Maggie felt it too and we both noticed that it was getting dark FAST down in this canyon. First thought in my head was a cat, and I actually felt a bit better about that because I figured the cat would leave us be, between the fire and the dog. I told Maggie what I thought and she seemed to feel a bit better, too.

I did not want to get caught in the dark in the canyon, for a bunch of reasons, flash floods etc. I spied what looked like a mine shaft about 2 hundred feet above us, a heck of a steep climb, but it looked like our best bet. We pulled out our flashlights and by the time we reached it it was PITCH black. The dog was a mess by this point, whipping around in circles, whining, yelping and generally being a real pain in the ass. Maggie and I were drenched with sweat and immediately began to freeze. July in the mountains is a weird thing, I have seen blizzard conditions before, but this was like someone turned on the deep freeze.

We were at what looked like the start of a mine, it only went back about ten feet, but there was evidence of fires at the mouth, and they curiously looked fresh. I was too tired to think more about it, I knew we had to get out of our wet clothes, pitch the tent, and climb in our bags before we got serious hypothermia. That was NO fun, let me tell you, having to do all of that by the light of our rapidly dying flashlight. And there was NO firewood anywhere close.

I cursed myself several times for letting things get this far out of control. We finally got the tent pitched right there in the back of this little cave , buck naked as we had no dry clothes left. The sleeping bags were slightly damp too, even though we had stuffed them in plastic garbage bags before our swimming expedition up the canyon. WE FROZE!! It was miserable.

About 1 in the morning I called Rebel into the tent for a little heat. The dog seemed to have calmed down greatly, and with the added heat we drifted off. Sometime during the night I heard something that just about woke me, I was still in a haze, so I fell asleep again immediately. I woke up one other time, because I thought I heard Rebel yip a little bit, but again I was in and out. I put my hand out to pet his head and he licked my hand. I fell asleep again. Maggie later said she fell asleep the same time as I did but never woke up at all during the night.

I woke to the most horrible noise I have ever heard come out of a hundred pound woman. Just the most God-awful shrieks that I have ever heard. I never want to hear that again.

I opened my eyes just in time to see a man at the mouth of the shaft, silhouetted against the morning daylight, looking back at us with the most twisted evil grin I have ever seen on the face of another human. I scrambled to get free of my tightly zipped bag and the little tent while he just crouched there and grinned. When I was just about free, he disappeared. Now, we were granola crunchin' tree huggin' anti-gun nature freaks at the time, so the only thing I had of any consequence as a weapon was my camp knife. I found it after what seemed like hours of searching, but really was probably under a minute. I very cautiously made my way to the entrance, millimeters at a time. The guy was gone.

About that time Maggie started screaming and whimpering again so I rushed back to the back of the shaft. She had struggled out of the tent and was pointing at what used to be Rebel. His head was nearly severed, and the tent and the bags were ruined with the blood all over everything. She had blood all over her, so the first thing I did was make sure she was not injured. Then I checked myself. We were ok,it was all Rebel's blood.

We put on our still damp cold clothes from the night before and then we noticed that our boots were gone. We were in trouble. I had some paracord, so we tied some shirts and towels around our feet and climbed back down towards the creek. We left everything in the mine, except for the knife and some stuff that we shoved in our pockets. It took us 8 hours to get back down to the car, and we were like hamburger. Hands, feet, arms and legs scraped raw, bruised and bleeding. We jumped in, the car started right up thankfully and we left a dust cloud that blanketed the valley as we sped down the rough trail toward Durango.

We limped into the Sheriff's office and we looked like hell. We got our story out, my wife through tears and me talking waaay too fast. but finally got it all out. The deputy said that they would go out first thing in the morning and asked us to stay in town. We had no money for a hotel, so he let us stay in a cell after we showered and changed into prison jumpsuits.

We were there at the jail waiting when the "expedition" returned with the convoy of three trucks. I noticed that all the officers, who were quite wet and filthy, gave us dirty looks as they passed us, and the Deputy that we had talked to the day before herded us back to his office. Then came the interrogation. Turns out that some animal had spread the dog's remains all down the slide to the creek, and he said that there was nothing else there. No tent, no backpacks, nothing. He asked us if we had any drugs. I did not want to admit to him that we had some herb, so I denied it.

It was clear that we were fighting a losing battle. They had come to the conclusion that we were wandering out in the woods high on LSD while a mountain lion had gotten our dog. The bastard even made us change back into our filthy clothes and give back the jumpsuits right then. He told us that he had better never see us again. We left. Maggie was sobbing. I never have been back to Durango.

The thing that I still have nightmares about years later, and I have never mentioned this to Maggie, is....... the second time I woke up when I heard Rebel yelp, was that when his throat was cut?.......and if it was, was it the dog who licked my hand before I fell back asleep?

I still go out in the wilderness, never overnight, out well before dark, only with other people, and always with a big gun. I respect animals, but I fear people.

Originally Posted By FrankSymptoms:


About 10 years ago, my father died. He'd had a heart attack at home, followed by a stroke in the hospital. My brother had been notified that he was in bad shape, and was preparing to come home. He and his daughter were in the living room when the front door just opened by itself. This door wasn't normally prone do doing this and was closed firmly. His daughter said, "It's the house ghost!" Brother paused, then said, "No, it's Dad... coming to say goodbye." This was in the afternoon; Dad was declared about 0200 the next morning.

Originally Posted By ArmySurplus:


The strangest thing I've ever encountered was the night my grandfather died.

I had surgery scheduled very early one morning and my wife, girlfriend at the time, was going to take me to the hospital as my family was visiting a different hospital where my grandfather was at. I set the alarm clock, went to bed, and fell asleep. The alarm clock rings, I turn off the alarm, and proceed to get ready. I had told my girlfriend to call me before she left her house to make sure I was awake. The phone rings so I assume it's her. I answer the phone and my brother explains that my grandfather had died about 11:30, roughly 15 minutes ago. I asked him what he meant about 15 minutes ago? I thought it was about 5 in the morning. I looked down and the clock and realized what time it really was. Now my heart begins to pound very fast. My alarm had gone off about 6 hours too soon and I had turn the alarm completely off. Why did the alarm clock go off about the time my grandfather died?



The strangest story I've ever heard was told to me by a coworker. This man was extremely religious and after hearing this I knew why.

He told me that as a kid living out in the country, it was not unusual for family and friends to visit people on their death bed. One night some old man who had lived a rough life was lying on his bed knowing he was about to die. The old man simply stated 'the devil is coming for me tonight.' My coworker said a small, dark, cloud like mass entered the room and more or less hovered near the head board. Everyone in the room saw this figure. The old man soon died and the figure disappeared.

Originally Posted By kozaki:




I would like to throw out a big thank-you to M1-Ed for his participation in this thread.  











 

Originally Posted By kozaki:
Anyone have Xmas ghost stories?

Originally Posted By Eukatae:







Chuck Dickens tells a great one.