What's the creepiest/weirdest thing you've ever seen?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:The creepiest thing I've seen was a man slowly being crushed by a big stone cube. He was in the back of the truck that carried the huge cube of stone, well restrained with chains, until the truck had a head on collision. I later read in the papers he died. I still have the image of his arms and head over the stone, he was alive and looked full of hope. Sad

What city (or area) were you in when you witnessed this and how long ago was it? It sounds eerily similar to the death of my best friends dad.

Very unlikely PP. This was on a highway in Southern India close to 25 years ago.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:A woman once told me that, though she was no longer producing any milk, sometimes she let he kid "latch on...." And I said, "That's just letting your kid suck on your boobs..." And she left the room. Breastfeeders, there IS actually a difference between breastfeeding and breast sucking. One is for your husband, not your child.

It's called comfort nursing. Even infants suck when no milk is coming out before letdown. Scarier still are your hangups.

It's called replacing your husband with your kids.

Now THAT'S a hang up, you weirdo.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:A woman once told me that, though she was no longer producing any milk, sometimes she let he kid "latch on...." And I said, "That's just letting your kid suck on your boobs..." And she left the room. Breastfeeders, there IS actually a difference between breastfeeding and breast sucking. One is for your husband, not your child.

It's called comfort nursing. Even infants suck when no milk is coming out before letdown. Scarier still are your hangups.

It's called replacing your husband with your kids.

Now THAT'S a hang up, you weirdo.

I don't think I'm the weirdo when a woman is letting a two and a half year old suck on her boobs for comfort. That is weird. As if there is no other way you could comfort a two and a half year old?

[Anonymous]

This board is amazing. Also , please don't get into a tangent about breastfeeding.


Please tell some more weird people sightings!!

[Anonymous]

I was reading in bed under the covers with a flashlight because I was scared of our summer house. I always got the creeps and slept with the covers over my head. I felt a hand grip my leg and squeeze tightly. I loudly said "Ok, I'll stop reading cut it out!" I thought it was my sister or mom that snuck in my room. Instead of letting go they squeezed more tightly. I rolled my eyes and threw back the covers to find no one. The door was heavy and made noise if you opened and closed it, but it was still shut and locked (i was a tween and locked my door at night to avoid my sisters jumping on me to wake me up). You could see if the door was locked from the bed. I was so freaked out I ran to my sisters' rooms to see if they had somehow grabbed my leg, but they were both sound asleep. My parents were also sound asleep. I turned on every light in the house and no one else was there. I was then extremely afraid.

The next morning I told our housekeeper who told me that the house was supposedly haunted by the spirit of a man who had been murdered after one of his employees discovered he had molested their daughter. The house and grounds were gorgeous but I never felt comfortable there again. I was not sorry when my parents sold the place a few years ago and never stayed there by myself.

[Anonymous]

I worked in a restaurant up the street from a home for mentally disabled adults. I can't say for sure, but I know some had schizophrenia, others maybe dementia or head injuries. There would be a stream of "characters" walking (shuffling) up and down the street, coming in and out of the restaurant, sitting on the benches outside. Most were friendly and quiet. Some were loud and off-putting. That was the period of my life that I learned everything I know about conspiracy theories (not such a bad thing). The worst thing I saw was a man wearing a short half-shirt, and walking around with an erection poking through a hole in his sweatpants.

[Anonymous]

More ghost stories please!

[Anonymous]

I've told this one before, but here goes. When I was in college, I drank too much wine one night. Apparently, I drunkenly got up in the middle of the night and wandered into the kitchen, where my roommate and her boyfriend were hanging out. I walked past them and then collapsed, coming very close to hitting my head on the corner of the kitchen table, when the boyfriend caught me. The next thing I remember is them bringing me back to consciousness in the bathroom. This all happened around 4 am in the time zone where I lived out west.

The next day, my mom called me. She asked me if something had happened last night around 2 am (her time, which was 4 am my time). She said she woke up in the middle of the night terrified for me.

Doesn't seem like a coincidence to me.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I was reading in bed under the covers with a flashlight because I was scared of our summer house. I always got the creeps and slept with the covers over my head. I felt a hand grip my leg and squeeze tightly. I loudly said "Ok, I'll stop reading cut it out!" I thought it was my sister or mom that snuck in my room. Instead of letting go they squeezed more tightly. I rolled my eyes and threw back the covers to find no one. The door was heavy and made noise if you opened and closed it, but it was still shut and locked (i was a tween and locked my door at night to avoid my sisters jumping on me to wake me up). You could see if the door was locked from the bed. I was so freaked out I ran to my sisters' rooms to see if they had somehow grabbed my leg, but they were both sound asleep. My parents were also sound asleep. I turned on every light in the house and no one else was there. I was then extremely afraid.

The next morning I told our housekeeper who told me that the house was supposedly haunted by the spirit of a man who had been murdered after one of his employees discovered he had molested their daughter. The house and grounds were gorgeous but I never felt comfortable there again. I was not sorry when my parents sold the place a few years ago and never stayed there by myself.

STOP IT!!! wow!!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I was reading in bed under the covers with a flashlight because I was scared of our summer house. I always got the creeps and slept with the covers over my head. I felt a hand grip my leg and squeeze tightly. I loudly said "Ok, I'll stop reading cut it out!" I thought it was my sister or mom that snuck in my room. Instead of letting go they squeezed more tightly. I rolled my eyes and threw back the covers to find no one. The door was heavy and made noise if you opened and closed it, but it was still shut and locked (i was a tween and locked my door at night to avoid my sisters jumping on me to wake me up). You could see if the door was locked from the bed. I was so freaked out I ran to my sisters' rooms to see if they had somehow grabbed my leg, but they were both sound asleep. My parents were also sound asleep. I turned on every light in the house and no one else was there. I was then extremely afraid.

The next morning I told our housekeeper who told me that the house was supposedly haunted by the spirit of a man who had been murdered after one of his employees discovered he had molested their daughter. The house and grounds were gorgeous but I never felt comfortable there again. I was not sorry when my parents sold the place a few years ago and never stayed there by myself.

STOP IT!!! wow!!

I have tried to convince myself that I was asleep and dreamed it, but I wasn't! I was wide awake and reading.

[Anonymous]

Now I'm in the mood for ghost stories

http://jezebel.com/prepare-your-nightmares-our-annual-spooky-stories-cont-1738704819

[Anonymous]

A dad on tour at a federal law enforcement musuem. Put his arm around his daughter. It was weird. It was not the normal dad / daughter thing. His eyes were guilty as hell and mine were fire on him.
I still regret not doing anything but I was a kid myself and didn't know what to do. I still wouldn't know what to do but get her alone and see if she (a stranger to me) was ok.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I've told this one before, but here goes. When I was in college, I drank too much wine one night. Apparently, I drunkenly got up in the middle of the night and wandered into the kitchen, where my roommate and her boyfriend were hanging out. I walked past them and then collapsed, coming very close to hitting my head on the corner of the kitchen table, when the boyfriend caught me. The next thing I remember is them bringing me back to consciousness in the bathroom. This all happened around 4 am in the time zone where I lived out west.

The next day, my mom called me. She asked me if something had happened last night around 2 am (her time, which was 4 am my time). She said she woke up in the middle of the night terrified for me.

Doesn't seem like a coincidence to me.

Nope. I do this too. So does my family. At this point we know someone has died the minute we get the fear.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:A woman once told me that, though she was no longer producing any milk, sometimes she let he kid "latch on...." And I said, "That's just letting your kid suck on your boobs..." And she left the room. Breastfeeders, there IS actually a difference between breastfeeding and breast sucking. One is for your husband, not your child.

It's called comfort nursing. Even infants suck when no milk is coming out before letdown. Scarier still are your hangups.

It's called replacing your husband with your kids.

Now THAT'S a hang up, you weirdo.

I don't think I'm the weirdo when a woman is letting a two and a half year old suck on her boobs for comfort. That is weird. As if there is no other way you could comfort a two and a half year old?

Anthropologically speaking, humans would naturally wean between 2.5 and 7. So, no, it's not weird. Your caring about a woman comfort nursing her toddler is weird.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:A dad on tour at a federal law enforcement musuem. Put his arm around his daughter. It was weird. It was not the normal dad / daughter thing. His eyes were guilty as hell and mine were fire on him.
I still regret not doing anything but I was a kid myself and didn't know what to do. I still wouldn't know what to do but get her alone and see if she (a stranger to me) was ok.

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