Need to Kill Time: What's a story that you've heard that still gives you chills

The Jerry Sandusky story

inb4 someone walks the dinosaur.

You can't kill time. Time is an intangible idea, a dimension in which events pass chronologically without session. To kill time would be to destroy part of the continuum that holds our lives together.

Trillhog's story

About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.

I was the passenger in my college roommate's car, on the way home from a spring break trip. It was late and we were driving on a desolate road back home. It was a slow drizzle of rain, the steam of the hot pavement that reduced the visibility even further on this moonless night.

After a couple of hours of driving, we pull into a small town that seemed fairly abandoned. There was one restaurant open, Arby's, so we hit the drive thru. In typical small-town fashion, our food takes forever. They finally hand our bags of food and drinks in and we're on our way again. We slip out of the town and back into the rural darkness as I'm digging thru the bags of food. I open my roast beef to put on some Arby's sauce and as I am finishing a passing car light illuminates the interior of our car just enough for me to see it. I put mother-fricking Horsey Sauce on my roast beef instead!!!! I nearly ate it too. Still makes me shiver.

Back in 2002 I lived in the D.C Metropolitan area and my wife and I were grocery shopping. As we were putting the groceries in the trunk we hear a loud bang and screaming. I look over at the car next to us and a lady is laying next to her car shot to death. She was one of John Allen Muhammads victims. We were 10 feet away when it happend. Could have been my wife.




Just joking I made that up. Would have been a good story though! People make these stories up all the time.

This was about 10 years ago...my niece was about 2 years old at the time.

My parents' land has some adjacent land that contained an old rent house that had just been demolished. It was falling down and a liability to anybody who stepped foot in it. The house belonged to my great grandfather who passed away in the 60s or 70s. He used to tend to his garden right next to the house.

Anyway, my mom was babysitting my 2 year old niece and they were walking around on the adjacent land that was in the process of being cleared. My niece started smiling and waving in the direction of where the garden used to be. My mom asked her what she was waving at. My niece responded with "the man in the cow suit". There was nobody else out there besides my mom and my niece.

My late great grandfather used to wear black and white overalls that would resemble a "cow suit" when he was in the garden. My niece had never seen pictures or had any idea about the overalls. Heck I'm not sure any pictures even existed of him in his overalls.

My mom refused to walk back down there for the longest time.

this actually happened to me















i got married













thank God its over