Shit You Think is Spooky/Disturbing - Beware! You're in for a scare...

[Wraith]

Many years ago they used to have those spoopy aliens and monsters and ghosts and such stuff on broadcast television. I remember something about a guy who took an old fashioned video camera (new tech for that time period) and did a loop so the camera would film what was on his television screen while at the same time displaying what the camera saw or something? He would then play the tape and go frame by frame and see spoopy people and stuff. I think it was debunked years ago, I don't recall, but that's the basis for this:
I make none-too-subtle jokes about an effing romanian gypsy in my life. This is a real person and I use jokes to compensate for how no-joking or LARPing, evil this person was. I'm incredibly bitter. More bitter than I usually am about how I hate everyone and everything.
Anyhow I was told about the idea of having two mirrors together facing each other or something, and using a camera or something to film what the mirrors show as technically you could see into infinity. IDK if this is a thing, don't ask me, I don't care. So I find out something-something pulled this crap and film what's in the mirrors they use. I was told the gypsy bitch could see me on the toilet and such and filmed it. Bitch knows what's underneath the cloak especially after chili night. I'm just glad you can't put two noses together or anything.
Portals are serious things, children. If you're not careful you could materialize into solid fat chicks or Bob Chipman. Don't ask about materializing into non-solid fat chicks. That's a story for another time...

 

[Samson Pumpkin Jr.]

When Joe Rogan was talking about aliens with that actor from ghost buster (Bob Lazar?) I was really scared. aliens are a scary thing. Joe Rogan talking about aliens and interdimensional bigfoot frightens me to the bone. Joe Rogan runs a horror podcast where he smokes weed and DMT to meet interdimensional beings

 

[Pope Negro Joe the XIIIth]

When Joe Rogan was talking about aliens with that actor from ghost buster (Bob Lazar?) I was really scared. aliens are a scary thing. Joe Rogan talking about aliens and interdimensional bigfoot frightens me to the bone. Joe Rogan runs a horror podcast where he smokes weed and DMT to meet interdimensional beings

You're just going to have to accept that whatever creatures maintain the simulation we live in look like machine elves and are constantly surrounding you but invisible to your limited perception.

 

[AnOminous]

You're just going to have to accept that whatever creatures maintain the simulation we live in look like machine elves and are constantly surrounding you but invisible to your limited perception.

Nah they're only momentarily interested in you and even then only when you momentarily pop into their perception just by perceiving them. Otherwise they are indifferent.

 

[Samson Pumpkin Jr.]

You're just going to have to accept that whatever creatures maintain the simulation we live in look like machine elves and are constantly surrounding you but invisible to your limited perception.

Nah they're only momentarily interested in you and even then only when you momentarily pop into their perception just by perceiving them. Otherwise they are indifferent.

you're freaking me out more than I'd like to admit. Joe Rogan sits around, smokes weed and shoots his bow all day, who knows what he gets up to when he's not doing that. Rich people live lives you and I cannot even imagine. They probably are commuting with interdimensional machine elves while we peons are totally oblivious to their existence.

 

[Wraith]

Just remembered this.
Was on one of my workouts a few days ago. I love going out really early in the morning like 3:30 and such when it's dark. With the Halloween decorations out, a lot of people leave their lights and stuff all night long. Kinda cozy like Christmas time but with spoop.
I get... gut feelings. I wonder around getting my mage exercise and I have this feeling to go down this one street. About 100 feet away I see what looks like a pair of glowing red eyes. This is on what is the front part of someone's house, between the sidewalk and the street, not on the front lawn itself. It was staring at me. Was it a decoration? I thought, "I'm going in." I get close to whatever the hell it was, and it was signal lights on a transformer box next to a telephone pole.
...
I didn't feel too silly. ... Thought I might meet a new friend.
That actually happened, but one thing that is kind of really weird is going down some paths and you have to keep a flashlight with you. Not kidding. Sudden brotha syndrome wearing black hoodies and black pants. ... I really don't like that. Never saw a black man with stunning red glowing eyes. ... Can't trust a man without glowing red eyes.

 

[Pope Negro Joe the XIIIth]

Never saw a black man with stunning red glowing eyes. ... Can't trust a man without glowing red eyes.

Interdimensional reality manipulator lives matter bigot! I will not be erased by the morbidly animated.

 

[Count groudon]

Random-ass sounds in the middle of the night always freak me out. Like, if I’m laying in bed trying to drift to sleep and I hear the house creak or one of my neighbors dogs barking it jolts the fuck outta me. If I’m not camping or staying at a friend’s house I have to leave Netflix or YouTube running to drown out all the noise.

also windows creep me out at night. I don’t know why, but the thought of glancing at my window and seeing something standing there and watching me scares the ever-loving fuck out of me. If I ever saw anything like that, my undersized little ape brain would immediately go into primal survival mode and I’d lock myself in a room screeching and flailing in terror.

 

[Cheesegirl78]

When Joe Rogan was talking about aliens with that actor from ghost buster (Bob Lazar?) I was really scared. aliens are a scary thing. Joe Rogan talking about aliens and interdimensional bigfoot frightens me to the bone. Joe Rogan runs a horror podcast where he smokes weed and DMT to meet interdimensional beings

I was listening to the Art Bell radio program one graveyard shift, and he has this guy call in claiming he worked at Area 51, and he had proof the military had alien bodies and technology stored there, when his call was cut off and Bell's studio lost all power.
The caller sounded terrified, and claimed the military was following him and so on.
I though it was most likely a hoax, but listening to it late on a rainy night when you were by yourself was enough to give me the heebie-jeebies.

 

[Count groudon]

Even if it came at you for some reason, you'd have like a week to get out of the way.

Nope! Turns out if something manages to piss off a sloth enough that they become aggressive (pretty hard to actually do fortunately) they can move at surprisingly fast speeds and they’re far stronger than they look. I for one will personally lead us in saying thank good God almighty in heaven that these dopey ass little creatures are far too passive and goofy to become aggressive in most circumstances.

 

[AnOminous]

Nope! Turns out if something manages to piss off a sloth enough that they become aggressive (pretty hard to actually do fortunately) they can move at surprisingly fast speeds and they’re far stronger than they look. I for one will personally lead us in saying thank good God almighty in heaven that these dopey ass little creatures are far too passive and goofy to become aggressive in most circumstances.

How hard would you have to be pissed off at a sloth for you to fuck with it enough to come at you? Why would you do this?

I retain my absolute lack of fear about sloths. There is no imaginable situation in reality where I would be afraid of a sloth because I would never somehow piss off a sloth enough at me that it would come at me. Why would I do that? In what reality would that even happen?

 

[Count groudon]

How hard would you have to be pissed off at a sloth for you to fuck with it enough to come at you? Why would you do this?

I retain my absolute lack of fear about sloths. There is no imaginable situation in reality where I would be afraid of a sloth because I would never somehow piss off a sloth enough at me that it would come at me. Why would I do that? In what reality would that even happen?

I saw an article a few years ago talking about a video of it. Some shithead tourists were following a poor little sloth around and they kept prodding it and poking it with a stick to get it to react. Little guy was trying his damndest to get away, even picking up his pace a bit, but they just kept picking on him. Eventually the little guy let out this weird fucking shriek, knocked the stick away, and dropped down to chase them with the speed of a large racing dog. I gotta say sloths are cute as fuck, but seeing one get enraged and charge at somebody was really unsettling. Pricks definitely had it coming though.

 

[AnOminous]

I gotta say sloths are cute as fuck, but seeing one get enraged and charge at somebody was really unsettling. Pricks definitely had it coming though.

This is why I am weirded out at sloths being picked as spooky or disturbing. There is literally nothing you can do to a sloth other than just incessantly, constantly pissing them off that will get you anything other than them ignoring you.

 

[Duncan Hills Coffee]

Anything and everything involving corpses and post-mortem human remains.
Necrophilia, cannibalism, grave desecration.... You get the idea.

I know I'd be dead anyway, and chances are there is no afterlife, but if there was a way to see how our mortal bodies fared after death, I'd hate to see my corpse getting raped by some sicko, or dissected for some shady reason. Gimme cremation and that's it.

I didn't even realize this was a fear of mine until I read Child of God by Cormac McCarthy. People like to say Blood Meridian is his most fucked up book, but Blood Meridian didn't shake me as much as Child of God did, and that's mostly because of the necrophilia that the main character commits and the ending where his corpse is taken by med students and dissected haphazardly by people who don't know or care about him before his body is unceremoniously dumped in an unmarked grave.

The book made me realize just how little agency we have over our bodies once we're dead, and the idea of someone playing around or fucking with my dead body unnerves me to no end. Desecration of one's corpse is the ultimate form of insult to me because the person can't even rest in peace and they can't undo it once it happens.

 

[The Fair Lady]

Nope! Turns out if something manages to piss off a sloth enough that they become aggressive (pretty hard to actually do fortunately) they can move at surprisingly fast speeds and they’re far stronger than they look. I for one will personally lead us in saying thank good God almighty in heaven that these dopey ass little creatures are far too passive and goofy to become aggressive in most circumstances.

Welp the sloth boss in House of the Dead 3 kinda makes sense now. At first I thought this thing was just silly.

 

[Pistoleer]

This is a story that happened to my best friend and scared him shitless but was somewhat amusing after the fact. I’ll tell the story then relate the circumstances and let y’all judge.

Late one evening as my friend is getting ready for bed (11pm roughly) he looks out the kitchen window and notices he left the garden shed door open. So he slips on some boots grabs a handgun and flashlight and heads out there to close it. He gets there closes and latches the shed and as he turns to head back to the house and hears foot steps behind and to the left of the shed. Behind the shed there is about 15ft of trees then an old road bed leading to the lake. So he freezes, clicks off the flashlight and listens. After a few seconds he figures out it’s a person by the stumbling gait. So he decides he’s going to pop around the corner hit them in the face with the 600 lumen flashlight beam and then scare them off. He does this and when he clicks the flashlight it lights up a woman with long stringy grey hair in a white nightgown walking down the road bed, who screams at the top of her lungs when he surprises her. Which causes him to stumble back and pull his pistol and almost shoot her. After a few seconds she turns and starts back up the road. He composes himself and yells after her about being a dumbass out in the woods at night, to which she never even acknowledges.
Afterward he calls me because he wants to tell someone about it and doesn’t want to wake his wife and daughter, and knows I’ll be up. At this point he’s worked himself into a frenzy and is standing on his porch with a rifle periodically shinning the flashlight toward the road bed and catching glimpses of her heading toward the subdivision through the woods. I get him calmed down and we leave it at that.

Now here is the setup that led to these events, and a slight power level. My home town is a nowhere town next to a large federal reservoir, because of this and the low cost of living it’s become a haven for retiring boomer from the nearest hive city. This has led to a rather swanky subdivision popping up next to my property. I rent this property out to my friend from the story. When he first moved in we used to sit on his porch and listen to the out of their element city folks from the subdivision have their little domestics and laugh.
A few days after the event I found out from the owner of the subdivision (an old friend of my dads) that a couple there had gotten into a pill and alcohol fueled domestic to which the wife had just ran out the door in her nightgown. Apparently she wandered back home a couple of hours later filthy and scratched up talking about strange lights and voices in the woods.

Moral of the story is that sometimes your ghost is just someone drug and alcohol addled wine aunt.

 

[Dilligaff]

You absolute faggots should consider just having cats. These are the creatures most aware of supernatural phenomena. If you have cats, they will definitely detect them before you will. So just have cats! Guaranteed protection.

Oh that reminds me - one time my cat started staring into my dark bedroom from the living room. When I got up to see what it was she kept doing a figure eight (like cats do) between my legs and kept staring into the room. So I took a couple of steps forward and she kept doing the same thing. I walked down the short hall and she stuck with me until I touched the far wall of my room, then suddenly she was normal again and trotted off. No one there. I never saw anything. I like to imagine she was just messing with me because I don't want to believe there was something I couldn't see.

Edit: There's this superstition I vaguely remember that if you get down and look forward between a cat's ears when they stare you'll see spirits. Yes, I tried it. No, I didn't see anything.

 

[Cheesegirl78]

Oh that reminds me - one time my cat started staring into my dark bedroom from the living room. When I got up to see what it was she kept doing a figure eight (like cats do) between my legs and kept staring into the room. So I took a couple of steps forward and she kept doing the same thing. I walked down the short hall and she stuck with me until I touched the far wall of my room, then suddenly she was normal again and trotted off. No one there. I never saw anything. I like to imagine she was just messing with me because I don't want to believe there was something I couldn't see.

Edit: There's this superstition I vaguely remember that if you get down and look forward between a cat's ears when they stare you'll see spirits. Yes, I tried it. No, I didn't see anything.

I believe dogs and especially cats, are more sensitive to weird stuff in the home and outdoors. Something to do with how their brains are wired.
I do know my cats get wiggy and start doing daytime races if an earthquake is about to happen.

 

[Papa Adolfo's Take'n'Bake]

When I was much younger I was always a little spooked by the Lyke Wake Dirge because my Grandfather would sing it every night before bed and after the Lord's Prayer. In his Northern English accent and old voice it had this weird gravitas and vibe to it that was, to me, quite unsettling.

If you don't know the Lyke Wake Dirge, it's these words kind of half-sung half-chanted:

https://mainlynorfolk.info/peter.bellamy/songs/lykewakedirge.html

 

[Fatrick Hamlinson]

I get intense hypnagogic hallucinations. The visual ones fuck with my memory but the auditory ones scare me. I'll hear someone pounding on my door, windows breaking, people whispering, heavy objects falling down, thunder, etc. I swear I'm gonna get robbed and murdered one of these days because I'm going to ignore the sounds of someone breaking in.

Have you ever considered that people actually are breaking in to either your home or homes around you, and that you hallucinate that no one is there?

I think I just found a new story to write ...