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

It sounds like she gave you the Cleveland Steamer while you were passed out.

Great thread. I have a couple of stories to add but here's the first.

When I was a little kid, say about 7 or so, my parents were leading a cub scout group for my older brother. It was in this small local Methodist church. Well as the leaders they came early, unlocked and opened up the Family Life Center area where the meetings were held to get ready, yada. We were in an area away from the basketball courts and such where it was mostly offices where I assume some Sunday School classes were held. Now they come in and leave me in the first office where they left their stuff and went to cut lights on in the other halls and wherever they had planned to conduct activities that evening.

My brother was over at his friend's house, coming to the scout meeting with him, so there I was by myself in one room. My parents had moved on, not far away mind you but they weren't in that particular room with me. I had brought a coloring book and was drawing in it when I thought I heard something and saw a silhouette move in the other room across the hallway which was basically pitch black but had a touch of light making its way into the room from the hall way light that was turned on. I knew we had just unlocked the doors and there wasn't supposed to be anyone else there with us. I also knew my parents weren't in that room. I moved over to the doorway of the room I was in to take a closer look at what I thought I saw. I wasn't really scared because logically we were the only ones there and logically I was probably just seeing things.

As I get to the edge of my room and look into the room across from me, I freaking see a man's face, with his profile catching the edge of the light coming in from the hallway. I had even seen his face close enough to see that he had a moustache. There was no doubt about it, there was this creepy dude in the other room. Now at 7 I realized this probably wasn't going to end well.. I didn't know what to do and I honestly don't know if the man saw me. I think he did but I tried not to act startled even though it scared the crap out of me because my hope was that he didn't know I was on to him.

No sooner than I had seen this man, my mom comes around the hallway and finds me. I motioned for her to follow me into the room I was in. I told her about seeing a man in there. Well here I was 7 years old and I am not certain she was prepared to believe me. I think when I described him with a moustache however, she got a little concerned when I came at her with some level of detail. She grabbed me and stuck her head out of the door on the other side of the room we were in that was perpendicular to another hallway. Fortunately my dad was coming back down the adjacent hallway. My mom stopped him and was telling him what I saw. I said, we need to go and I was getting a bit distraught. My parents grabbed a couple of items on the way out and we left. We went to a nearby house and called the police. I was shaking from what had happened so I think they finally got the picture that I was sincere about what I had seen.

The police came and they indeed found a man in there. He had broken in a window with his girlfriend. It was the pastor's son (he was about 20). I get chills thinking back to that night. What if it was really a criminal with sinister intentions and we had walked in on a burglary? Could have easily been the case but being 7 that one really freaked me out and I had trepidation for the longest time after if I came into a scenario that was anywhere close to that one.

Ok.

But that was my first thought. That some creeper was getting his rocks off to stalking someone...

Why? They said he was tall and lanky-ish that's about the only subscription they gave.

ETA: now you're freaking me out

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On two separate occasions when I was a kid dad woke up to find me standing at the foot of his bed. I was apparently sleep walking.

He's a better man than me because I would've put my arse up for adoption after the first time.

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I'd be strapping you into the bed like mommie dearest

Also, I had a kinda creepy moment at Dillards earlier. I was in a dressing room trying on clothes and there was no one else in there. I know this because I tried every door, knocked on them,etc and they were all locked but the last one. So I'm in there and I start to feel like I'm not alone. But it's dead silent so I don't think anyone is on the other side of the door, but for some reason, when I turned around to look at myself in the mirror, I looked up and what I thought I saw was someone's head move away from a hole in the ceiling. I quickly put on my clothes and got the hell outta there. Maybe it was my imagination but I don't know.

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I'd be strapping you into the bed like mommie dearest

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I've only slept walked once since and that was my sophomore year of college after a night of partying with assorted substances. Which begs the question? Were my parents fricking drugging me?

Anyone else been keeping up with The Ouija Board story on r/nosleep?

It's pretty good

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It's not finished yet and it's not as good as some in this thread but it's still pretty chilling at times

I used to sleep walk really bad when I was a kid, my parents found me outside on a swingset, in the bathtub with the water running, sitting in the car in the garage, the worst part is that I actually went into their room twice and pissed all over them and their bed.

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the worst part is that I actually went into their room twice and pissed all over them and their bed

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my older sister sleep walking one nite, pissed on the space heater in the bathroom that was lit ....