Mildy Creepy - Share your slightly spoopy experiences

[MrTickles]

In terms of spoopy, every few nights possums show up from the forest nearby and start scampering around my house. They get into fights outside my window in the darkness and it sounds like this;

 

[Count groudon]

I vaguely recall a time when I was a little kid about 6 or 7 years old, I was sleeping in my parents bed because I was scared about something. It was dark and I couldn’t really sleep so I was just laying there when suddenly I felt a hand grab my foot and I swear I saw a sad, sick-looking woman’s face with greasy black hair, tear streaks running down her face, and sunken in cheeks staring at me from the bottom of the bed. She kinda just stared at me for a few seconds before she put her finger to her mouth and said “(count groudon’s real name)....whisper.” I screamed so fucking loud that my parents shot up and turned on their Lamp, and I swear as soon as my mom reaches for the switch the lady ducked back down under the bed. My parents checked under the bed and all around the house but they couldn’t find anyone and they told me it was just a Dream, but I swear I was a awake.

It was probably some bullshit my mind cooked up to fuck with me in a dark room, but to this day I’m really not comfortable sleeping in the dark.

 

[8777BB5]

Imagine being six or seven years old walking with your older cousins along the railroad tracks at night and seeing one of these things at the front of a train moving towards you at a high rate of speed and the only noise being the squealing of train wheels. To this day I don't know if it was a ghost or a runaway train

 

[Dolphin Lundgren]

When I was around 12 years old I used my babysitter's toilet and when I put the cover up there was a dead fucking mouse staring straight up in me in the toilet.

Walking by mirrors in the dark. There's something sinister to me about mirrors at night.

 

[LyapunovCriterion]

I live in a shithole country (think Brazil, Honduras or South Africa levels of shithole) and never got robbed. I don't have a car, but somehow thugs pay no attention to me.

 

[UQ 770]

My ability to believe in the paranormal has been harmed by the fact that late at night I'll be lying in bed and I'll swear I see little shadowy shapes about the size of a cat or dog moving around in the dark. I used to freak out and leap out of bed to hit the lights, but obviously there's never anything there. This has happened to me consistently in different places, different rooms, and different lighting conditions. *Before* I go to sleep, never when waking up. Either I have some kind of latent hallucinatory disease or I have the world's most annoying form of demonic possession.

Walking by mirrors in the dark. There's something sinister to me about mirrors at night.

I despise mirrors. Before anyone drops a "hurr durr because your face is in them" joke I don't even like the damn things when they're angled away from me. Maybe its the way they bounce light or make the room look bigger, or that some of them look like false windows, I dunno.

 

[Muttnik]

Last summer, I went with my parents to visit Dad's old high school buddies. They live kind of in the backwoods of Texas and are pretty redneck-y. Very religious and with a cabinet for of guns and American flags. That kind of shit. The visit was boring as sin. It's hard to connect with a bunch of beer-guzzling weirdos out of Duck Dynasty.

Then they tell me to go outside because they have a cool bonfire pit in their backyard. I'm kind of tired of listening to why Harry Potter is the Devil's book so I do just that. Two minutes later but who should come out? Their two sons. Now the kids were home-schooled all their lives so they're VERY socially awkward. Picture two large, heavy-set guys with hunched shoulders and 'tism glasses.

I'm just trying to focus on burning sticks and enjoying the sound of crickets. These two are watching me like I'm some kind of meal. The oldest keeps pressing himself right up against me and asking awkward questions. I nope'd out of that one and ran inside. The dad gave me a hard time because it looked like he was trying to set me up with his boys. It was really forced and slimy in my opinion.

 

[Dolphin Lundgren]

I despise mirrors. Before anyone drops a "hurr durr because your face is in them" joke I don't even like the damn things when they're angled away from me. Maybe its the way they bounce light or make the room look bigger, or that some of them look like false windows, I dunno.

It's not even seeing my face in the mirror. It's walking by them in the dark and seeing myself reflected in the dark, when I'm just crossing a room. I've always hated it. I used to have a big mirror on my dresser and sometimes I'd put the mirror behind my dresser because I didn't want to see it at night.
Speaking of random things that are mildly creepy- old clocks that chime in the middle of the night. No thanks.

 

[betterbullocks]

Back in high school I was so wildly sleep deprived that I began to hallucinate a ton. These black shadow creatures ducked in and out of the couch near my desk where I did my school work. I could see them in the corner of my eye, but when I would look over they would quickly shrink back down behind or underneath the couch. I never got a really good look but I did get some prolonged glimpses. They didn't have a face or really any major features besides eyes-- but not actual visible eyes, just the presence of eyes. A kind of sense that they might be there, that maybe they can see out of those regions. Some of them had this but with a slight mouth. Overall, they never gave me any real trouble besides occassional paranoia and I rarely saw them at school. I ended up transferring schools by doctor's recommendation thanks to my waning health. I rested up and it's all back to normal now. Sleep deprivation is a bitch, folks.