Have you ever seen anything that freaked you the hell out?

Like heart pounding freak out. Like blood curdling, I'm in a horror movie freak out. Like opening the front door and turning on the porch light to check on your pets sleeping on the porch chair, looking up and seeing a dark figure stumbling across your yard barely visible in the light cast by the porch light. Or driving home at 3:00am out in the middle of no where and seeing a dark figure abruptly cross the road in front of you, again barely visible in the light cast by your high beams.

Like the girl with the bone sticking out of her arm and the horse with a piece of 2x4 sticking out of its side. Both cases ended OK but it was horrific at the time.

The one that left me with nightmares was watching my stallion who I had bred and raised from a baby die of a heart attack at age 20 while knowing there was nothing we could do for him, even if the vet could get there in time. I still miss that horse and it's been ten years. :cry:

I still have nightmares about whatever the hell that was...:scared:

When I was a tiny child, I was horrified that a 12 story monster could just tear Tokyo to shreds ..on the Tv..

Thus began my life long love affair with the big gray greenish dude..


I bet Forkboy agrees...

It might have been a Grizzly, I didn't stick around long enough to find out.

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wake up and look at MY freakin' mirror in the morning.
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The horror! The horror!
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But then I drink 4-5 cups of strong coffee and go BACK and look...
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...and I'm freaked out all over again... 'cept this time wide-awake.
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Gets me with the double-whammy every damn morning, it does.
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His name is Bunzilla.
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the kind of werewolf like in 'an american werewolf in london'(big haunches, long snout, walks on all fours)
i was driving through a fairly rural area, around 1 am, it was foggy out...

and i was really really HIGH.

drugs are suspected to have been involved.

Once in the early 70's and once in the mid 80's...Both were women whom I'd never met who said all sorts of prophetic things to me that were so dead-on accurate about things that were happening to me at the time and what the consequences would be, that the memory still creeps me out decades later. The first was some street person originally just spare-changing me, and then told me all this stuff about myself she could not possibly have known or even guessed. The second was an ahem...overnight "guest" who had walked into the bar I was playing at about one AM; caught the last 3 or 4 songs and casually asked if she could come home with me.( Ah---the 80's, sigh...). The next morning when she was leaving a similar thing happened. I had never met or even seen this woman before, and never did again. Yet, even more so than that other time in the 70's, she told me so much stuff about me and my life as she was preparing to leave that it really did seem like some scene in a bad movie. And in both cases, some really specific stuff, even names etc... Guess these don't sound all that freaky in my telling ,but they both freaked the shit out of me when they happened.

We kept running into each other in odd places all over the country. Once in DC and once in Portland Oregon. Just out of the blue, on the street. Once at a Dead show in Wisconsin, she was with me and my best friend and I ran into a girl who rode my bus in kindergarten and I remembered her. Weird shit like that always seemed to happen around her.

A street person. I don't remember the details but I remember the feeling. I had no doubt he was talking about me even though he was just rambling on generally, not even looking at me. His back was towards me in fact. But after he said all this stuff, he turned around and looked right at me and my blood just ran cold.

Creeeeeepy.

I misjudged a head injury my son sustained - thought it was minor so when he was convulsing on the floor my heart was pounding and I was freaked out.

Though I managed to sleep for a couple of hours that night, I was pretty damn scared the whole time, like about five hours' worth.

Here's video of someone in one of the hotels in Galveston, mainly as a recording of that sound!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMvu5EF13xA

That sounds like a Stephen King movie!

I am really good at freaking myself out -- that sound will come back to haunt me, I'm sure.

Luckily, I can't quite well up the full fear I felt, nor would I want to. I did want to record the sound, but didn't have anything with which to do that. Here (60 miles inland) the sound was about the same as at that hotel, though more in the distance. There's a fair amount of open ground near where I'm at and you could hear that screaming wind out there, away from the buildings. It sounded more like it was pretty high off the ground, say a few hundred feet up, and sounding more like a cross between a train and a jet engine as it streaked overhead. There are train tracks near here, but I knew they weren't running them during a storm.

Another storm I would have liked to record was Hurricane Rita, back in 2005. It came into the East Texas coast about a month after Katrina. We stayed after seeing the news on the horrific traffic jams, and sheltered in place. As the storm veered away from us and came onshore, I could see just the edge of the storm clouds to the east and heard this eerie hollow-sounding roar. That was truly a frightening sound, too, as I also wondered who was under that mighty storm. I haven't found any video evidence of it online, so I can't really adequately portray what I heard.

Sounds like a buzz saw.

That was disturbing -- I couldn't finish listening to it.

....going to sleep when the worst of the storm hadn't hit yet, and then waking up to hear the full brunt of the storm pounding against the windows. We were staying at my in-laws at that time, and my wife and I promptly relocated to the windowless walk-in closet in her parent's master bedroom.

Ironically, Hurricane Wilma the following year was an even stronger storm, but I had a strangely zen attitude towards it all. I was more in awe than in terror of it. Perhaps it was because it hit during the day as opposed to at night.

so I've been through a few hurricanes. I had that same kind of ironic zen feeling, too, but back in 1983 when Hurricane Alicia came through. It was even a Cat.3 storm and was estimated to have spawned 90-100 tornadoes after landfall. Yet, I spent a good portion of the night in came through watching the sky light up with the blue light from nearby power lines arcing ;)

Alicia also stayed away from Galveston Bay for the most part, so there wasn't much storm surge and it was a relatively "dry" hurricane in comparison to Ike. I don't know why Ike seemed more powerful as a strong Cat.2, but it did. I'd love to see a comparison for why it appeared to have more power than a stronger storm...

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That brought back bad memories ...

My apartment complex has metal on the roof and a metal carport, and this is the same sound I heard all night. Add to it my cat being freaked out and howling, and there it is.

That was not a fun night.

We don't have a metal roof here, though it is flat with gravel. I think I might have heard some of the gravel getting blown off and hitting a/c units. The carports are metal, of course, but of a fairly recent design, so they faired quite well.

That screaming wind sounded almost like it was following the rail and power right of ways over here as that was the general direction of it the whole night.

And you're right: not a fun night at all. Some of the people in the apartments next door started the evening off with a wild "hurricane party" at least until the power went off and it seemed to hit them that they were not in for a "fun" night...

I grew up in tornado country, and all my old acquaintances up there just couldn't understand what I was talking about. "Big deal. It's wind. We get lots of wind here."

Yeah, but not like that. It just went on and on and on ... The only thing close to it I had experienced was in OKC when a monster tornado skimmed within half a mile of my apartment there. The elderly lady upstairs and I huddled in my interior closet in the dark for half an hour and listened to the sound of a distant "train" and the crash of trees and power poles. But you couldn't really hear the wind, and that was over fairly quickly.

My apartment building is actually built very well. I thought it was a weird design until the hurricane, and then I figured out it was built this way intentionally in sort of a "circling the wagons" motif that kept all the people blocked from the worst of it by concrete and brick. All kinds of crap smashed into those walls.

Anyway, as eerie as that was ... gave me goosebumps ... thanks for posting it.

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Like you said about your experience of a nearby one, you're going to hear all the damage it's creating more than anything.

Our apartment buildings were built in the 1950s, so they've been through worse storms than Ike, like Carla. Still, around 5:30am there was one big gust that shook the building enough to make me slide a little on my couch! That was the only one, but it made me question if the buildings were still up to the task of protecting us 50 years later...

You're welcome on the posting. There was an extended version of that same video in the "related videos" column if you get the courage up again to watch ;)

I love heights and I love animals, so the picture fascinated me, and I aimlessly googled "goat on cliff" to see more beautiful pictures of goats high up on cliffs.

That took me to a horrible, horrible youtube video. A little goat on a cliff gets dragged, kicking, over the edge by an eagle and falls to its death screaming.

I am still miserable thinking about it.

Dale Jr. (Part 1)

He really is cute, by the way ;)

That helped. :)

Any time :)

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and then had to sleep in a bedroom where the TV was right in front of the bed...I was up half the night staring at the blank screen afraid that I was going to hear voices...
Otherwise the time a crow got into our house and it looked at first like a big black bat...

I was little when I saw "The Shining." I was in the large rec room of a dark house, next to a plate glass window, during a night snowstorm.

I have tried, but cannot watch it all the way through.

Weirdly, I just realized that I was, in fact, not "little" when I saw it. I was a teenager.

I guess I just felt little. :scared:

Those trolls post nasty crap all the time. Horrible accident pictures, things that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I'm glad I broke that /b/ addiction and have stayed away from there. Yikes.

I dont believe the horrible, horrible things people post and say to each other there. You will never find me lurking in those halls, they are for the degenerate and the sick of heart/soul.

Then another man pulled out of the parking lot of the bank without looking and T-boned him. I remember the sound of his head hitting the pavement and his helmet cracking. The EMTs said he never felt a thing.

a guy went thru a stopsign and hit me broadside...lucky for me, i had 'highway bars' on my bike, or my right leg would have been crushed.
as it was, i flew over the guy's car, and landed on my head and shoulder, breaking my collar bone and my shoulder blade. i was wearing a helmet- so that saved me some more serious injuries...i also had some nasty road rash, and they had to cut mu clothes off me at the hospital.

I was on the freeway with my daughter in the front seat when 2 motorcycles went racing (literally) passed us at about 100MPH. One guy looked over his shoulder, went off balance, then careened into the gaurd rail about 25-50 feet in front of us. The bike broke into about a thousand pieces and the guy riding it flopped down the road in a way that stil haunts me to this day. I will NEVER get on a motorcycle EVER in my life.

the way the body reacts to death really freaked me out. I have seen dead people at funerals, but I have never seen people actually die.

With a hypodermic needle sticking out of his arm, blood everywhere, doubled over and half passed out in a hidden alley way. I told the local police about it, but never found out if he got any kind of help. It was one of the roughest things I'd ever seen.

of a time I was in Frankfurt near the train station trying to find a place to sleep for the night. I was walking past a Burger King there and saw a bunch of teenagers shooting up right on the sidewalk. It made me sick to see it.

I was living in St. Petersburg, Russia, and riding the bus to work. The bus got to the stop and the door opened. Two men were standing on the street, with other people waiting to get on or waiting for other buses. The two men began to fight. They were older, maybe in their 40s, and the fighting was nothing like you see in a movie -- just sad and flailing and not caring who else they might hurt. I am sure they weren't drunk. Both their heads were bloody by the time the doors closed and the bus drove on. I've seen much more violent fights, and sick children begging and women beaten down, but for some reason -- I think it was the framing of the bus ride -- the surrealism of that sight has stuck with me for years.

And I've had my share of odd shadows sighted in weird places, and I'm good at freaking myself out over not much.

I'm pretty sure it was a mild hallucination from sleep deprivation.


Another time I awoke to see a very small, bright light shining in the corner of an otherwise pitch dark bedroom.

Just on the other side of that wall happened to be the bedroom where my terminally ill father was sleeping.

He died a few days later.

I can only chalk it up as a dream induced by stress. But, part of me still refuses to accept this, not because of any belief in angels or the supernatural, just because it didn't feel like any kind of dream I've ever had, before or since.

I'll be alone and I'll feel something sit down next to me. The first time it happened I was reading that damned Vampire Lestat novel. It didn't happen again until almost 20 years later but where I live now, it's happened about 3 or 4 times and I don't like it one damned bit.

I don't know what it was, but I immediately felt as if it was haunted, and I rushed out. Probably just my childish imagination, but I never had a reaction like that anywhere else.

yes. On December 31st at 9:06 am when my husband and I were hit by a Mack truck on the German Autobahn. It seemed to happen in slow motion and I will never forget the last words out of Markus' mouth and how he screamed out right before we were hit and then he slumped over me and blood poured out of his head onto my lap. I'd rather see ghosts and demons than what I witnessed.

I followed the posts at the time and how terrifying it was for you. I hope that you're finding some peace in loving memories as time goes on.

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oh god, this thing seems so inadequate, but I know my words are even more so:hug: :hug: :hug:

It was high up in the Sierra Nevada mountains at a campsite. There were other campers around and it was late, around 11pm. Some of us were sitting around the campfire just hanging out, and in the distance I saw this small being (it looked like a small child, about six years old) lumber across the field in the distance towards a stream.

There is *no* way that, in this setting, a child would have been allowed to do that alone. I can't imagine a child even *wanting* to do it, either. The place it was heading to was wilderness. It never reappeared, it was a one-way trip.

And the way it was moving did not appear human either.

Freaked me the hell out. And no, drugs/alcohol were not involved.

biker to me at a Dead show in Milwaukee WI 1980's- Didn't see it coming- Still don't know WTF happened because I never saw him and never looked at him, his bike or his lady friend.

I remarked to the 1st Sgt how impressive the paratroop drop looked from the ground, and he stated, "Well, Smitty,it's about time something went wrong."

The next man out of one of the aircraft suffered a Mae West malfunction of his main chute, followed by a cigarette roll malfunction of his reserve chute.
I expected jelly, but found that my friend had sustained a cracked vertebra in his lower back, and was out of the hospital in 2 weeks. Landed on sand.

With all his training, he told me his first thought was,"Oh, SHIT!!!"

He was a very lucky man.

mark

I was sitting at a busy intersection in the left turn lane when all of a sudden my vision refracted like a kalidoscope (sp?) Couldn't see anythng, and could not pull over to the side of the road. My best friend had to guide me through the light and into a parking lot to wait out the experience. Took 40 minutes. I consider that to be one of the scariest experiences of my life.

One gunfight that ended in a death and another that fortunately did not?

Maggots in the open wound of a still-living fledgeling bird?

A man with stated intent to murder me approaching and hugging me, with his kill kit waiting in his car outside?

A flow of blood and placenta in the twelfth week of a much-tried-for pregnancy?

My teeth crumbling? (I had that nightmare all my life, and now it is happening and I can't wake up.)

I've seen some things.

Tucker

a female beggar sitting there with her child lying on the table. The baby was hydrocephalic. Its head was huge. It was just lying there, not moving. It was so sad. It really, really disturbed me.

Thank god my friends were able to helpe out of that jam. :scared:

and the tv was unplugged.

I usually am interested in that sort of thing, but now I just wish I'd never seen it.