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

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Here's some info about the hag. I enjoy the scare afterwards, but it's so uncomfortable during it.

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Not really a story but the Keddie Camp murders freak me the frick out

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I've read a lot about those. One of the most fricked up unsolved murders of all time.

This one happened to me.

About 6 years ago we moved into our house. It is a 2-story with a full basement. But the 2nd level is only half the footprint of the house and it is at the back, so from the front, all you see is the 1st level. But it is built on an incline, so when you go down to the garage and into the backyard, it looks like a 3 story since you have garage, 1st floor, and 2nd floor. We used to sleep in the downstairs bedroom, but a few months after our daughter was born we moved upstairs so we would all be sleeping on the same level. She had a little pink phone in her room. It was something the wife found that looked cute, like an old-timey phone, but it was smaller with smaller buttons, meant for a child's room. Don't ask me why a toddler would need a phone, I have no idea, but it was in her nursery.

So everything was normal. It was a winter night, and had gotten dark early. Put my daughter down for the night, go to bed, watch a little TV, go to sleep. I was awakened at 5 AM by the siren on our house alarm going off. I sprang out of bed, ran to the top of the stairs, slammed the door, and locked the one-sided deadbolt on it. Then back to the bedroom closet to grab the Browning shotgun while my wife was running to the nursery. We hadn't set the alarm on instant, so the only thing that could have set it off to siren that quickly would have been the motion detector in the living room, directly below us, or a glass break sensor somewhere in the main level or the garage. We're desperately trying to listen to sounds of someone in the house over the piercing shrill siren. We're all huddled in the nursery, me in my underwear, aiming the shotgun at the door at the top of the stairs, just in case whoever is down there tries to break down the door. About then, the phone rings. It had been maybe 30 seconds, so I figured it was the alarm company. I answer it on the little pink phone, and it was indeed ADT calling. They tell me they are showing the glass break sensor in the basement triggered the alarm. I yell over the siren to my wife what they told me. They're sending the authorities. I stay on the line until they arrive, and then the police tell us that they see no one in the garage. I still can't hear any movement downstairs, but over the alarm I probably wouldn't be able to. Since the police are there, I hand my wife the phone and go to unlock the door, and slowly make my way downstairs, aiming the shotgun ahead of me the entire time. I see the police car out front, and our front door is right by the stairs I went down. I open the door for them, and one comes inside to clear the house while his partner was going around back to wait for anyone to try and escape. We shut the alarm off. He radios to us that he sees no signs of entry or any broken glass. So now we're finally sure that no one is inside with us.

Turns out it was a faulty glass break sensor. The cop tells us that the cold weather sometimes messes with them, and this one was near the garage door, backdoor leading out to the yard, and a window near there. ADT came out and replaced it a couple of days later. But for a few minutes I was as tense as I've ever been. My wife still laughs at the image of me in my boxer-briefs, shotgun in one hand and pink girly phone in the other.

The hag came to me a few times. One of the more memorable, i was sleeping on my back, and in my dream I sat up. I had a window in front of my bed, across the room. In my dream the window was gone and a swirly black thing with distinguishable head (was hooded though) and arms (also cloaked) started floating in my room..the cloak swishing and moving all over. I knew it was female some how. She kept coming towards me and I could t move or scream. I woke up with tears running down my face, mid scream, sitting up in my bed. Same position I was in my dream. Eff that noise.

I have had the "Old Hag" three times. Each time I was laying down for a nap on my back. It was a horrible experience and it felt like it lasted 10 minutes. Once I actually saw an old woman dressed as a witch pace up and down the hall walking in front of my door.

I hope it never happens again.

Keep this bumped every night until every person on the OT has had their sleep affected by these stories

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I was driving a shortcut from Twentynine Palms, CA to Albuquerque, NM. Twentynine Palms is located in the desolate high desert east of LA. The shortcut was all two lane road through total nothingness, except for passing through Amboy, CA. Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley, with a dormant volcano and lava field on one side and a salt flat on the other. It was also, at the time, a hotspot for satanic group activity.

So I was driving by myself in the afternoon. I stopped in Amboy and snapped a picture of the city sign, just to prove I was there to friends who dared me to take that route to I-40. I got back in my car and proceeded to drive up into the mountain range between Amboy and I-40.

Once I reach the top I am driving north through a canyon with high grass on both sides of the road. Up ahead I see some stuff in the middle of the road. As I approach I slow down to see a red Pontiac Fiero stopped sideways across both lanes, a suitcase open with clothes scattered everywhere and two bodies laying face down in the road, a man and a woman.

I stop a hundred feet or so away and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. Being a Marine, I reach under the seat and pull out a 9mm pistol and chamber a round. Something seemed very wrong, it looked too perfect as if it were staged. An ambush? Was I being paranoid? Something was just wrong. Getting out of the car seemed unthinkable, it was the horror movie move.

As I scanned the road I saw a line I could drive. Pass the guy in the road on his left, swerve to the right side of the woman, behind the Fiero and I'd be on the other side. I dropped it into first gear, punched it and drove the line I planned.

I passed the back of the Fierro without hitting it or either of the bodies in the road. I continued forward a couple hundred feet and slowed down so I could breathe and let my heart slow down. As I looked up into the rearview mirror I saw that the two bodies had gotten up to their knees and twenty or so people emerged from the tall grass on either side of the road by the car and bodies.

At that moment my right foot smashed the gas pedal to the floor and did not let up until I had to slowdown for the I-40 east onramp.

I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.

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Can't be real? Or can it?

Bump, these are good

That one was good too...pretty weird