re: What is your scary story?

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#bigfoot #lion #bear #prisonescapee #boogers

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#Ohmy!

On this very night ten years ago, in a dense fog just like this, I saw the worst accident I ever seen. There was this sound....like a garbage truck dropped off the Empire State Building! And when they finally pulled the driver's body from the burning, twisted wreck, it looked like this!



That was the worst accident I ever seen.

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I was seized by a deep feel of dread just short of panic and would stop every so often to look back and listen to the dead silence of the forest. Fearing I was being stalked.

The fear that had overwhelmed me in those woods, has remained in me to this day

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Mine is similar to this and just like you it was a place I had been before so I was familiar with my surroundings. Running a squirrel dog through the woods along the Wolf River. A thunderstorm was about to roll in so winds are really picking up and thunder and lightning are a few miles off but moving closer. I'm right along a river and and there's huge wind gusts so the woods should have been extremely noisy with trees shaking, twigs snapping, leaves falling, etc. The trees are all blowing around but somehow it's eerily quiet and I could hear something I can only describe as a low mumbling sound and I'm overcome with dread and panic. My dog had stopped hunting completely and every time I stop walking he stops walking. He's staying within 5 feet of me and not leaving my side which is very out of character for him and storms don't bother him. I had two possible directions I could go to get back to the truck. I continued on the trail the way I was going because it was a little quicker but the more I walked the more the dread and fear set in and the sound seemed to get louder. I took out my pocket knife because it was the only weapon I had. I finally spoke back to whatever 'it' was and said. 'Ok! I'm sorry! We'll leave now.' I have never tried to converse with nature and I certainly wasn't on drugs or anything like that. I was just scared out of my wits. When I turned around to go back the way we came something pushed me in the back. Not like a forceful push but like an open handed slap to my shoulder blade. Told myself it was a limb falling from a tree due to the wind gusts. Took a few steps away then took a deep breath and turned around with my knife ready to defend myself. There was nothing there. No limb or twig, no pecan or debris on the trail of any kind that could've fallen and hit me on the back of my shoulder like that. I love being in the woods. Hunting, hiking or just training my dog. Dad used to take me out to deer hunt deep in the MS Delta woods at 5am as young as 13 and I'd fall asleep on the ground midridge in the dark and then wake up and hunt at first light. Not trying to sound tough just saying I've never been afraid out in the woods alone. I actually prefer it. I walked out of the woods double time that day and I was absolutely terrified. The hair on my neck has stood up multiple times just typing this out. Like you said, that feeling of absolute dread is something I will never forget.

When I was 18, a buddy and I roomed together for a few months in a trailer that was his dads. As being this age, we would drink Milwaukee's Best and eat frozen pizza that was going to go bad, and his workplace was going to throw it away. His parents bought him a bed with an antique headboard. I roomed in the 2nd bedroom, but I just had a mattress. So he sleeps on this bed, and he dreams that he's in a candlelit room- he's about to marry someone in a veil. Only, he knows that there is something awful behind the veil, and she moves closet to him, her face obscured by the veil in the candlelight. Then he wakes up. We (friends that would always stay) gave him a hard time about it. Flash forward to him taking a trip for a week. He says I'm welcome to the bed if I want it. So, I nap in there after work. I dream I'm on a foggy shore. Off in the distance, I see this body that's in a wedding gown that is, little by little, floating toward the shore with every wave crash. I can't leave, and I know that when this body makes it to shore, I DO NOT want to be there to see it, The dread is intense. I finally wake, and get the hell off the bed and back to my room. I don't recall anything else happening, but I know we always chalked it up to the old, old headboard.

That's AI

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Even typing this is scaring the shite out of me all over again.

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CrappyPants

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Checks out.

Looks like he hasn't posted in a long time. Another poster once told a story where he was waiting outside to go into a FQ restaurant. He saw an odd figure walking down the street and it was like it was blinking in and out moving down the street. That one always interested me

The amount of people who see ghosts or dark figures in their room and just go back to sleep is shocking to me! I would be not sleeping and moving.

My first birthday after my husband passed away, I woke up with a bandaid on my leg. It wasn’t crumpled, it was perfect. I pulled it off and there wasn’t any wound etc underneath it. I actually started laughing because it felt like something he would do. I said “Thanks, awesome present.” Not scary at all, it was really comforting.