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

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Anonymous wrote:Holy shit. I'm sorry for your loss PP.

Thank you. It was a long time ago. I was really in love with that guy. It's been long enough that I can look back and smile about what a great group of guys they were. I still feel bad for his mom. She took it hard.

I think they're probably okay, though.

All is well, and all will be well, and all manner of things will be well.

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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.

We also used to routinely marry off 13 year old girls....societal rules and expectations change. There is no health reason for a three year old
To be nursing. To me, and I think the majority of people, watching a walking, talking, human sucking on a woman's breast for comfort is outside of normal. I find it extremely creepy to watch a woman stick her breast into the mouth of a kid old enough to order dinner for themselves at a restaurant. Why would you do that short of perversion?

[Anonymous]

Please feel free to start your own thread about extended nursing.

Can we hear more creepy stories please? I love this thread!

[Anonymous]

My mom is an preschool teacher. One of her students sadly died of cancer a few years ago. His younger brother joined her class the following year. One day he kept insisting to go to the playground during a time when it was not time for recess. My mother explained that it was time for music. The little boy said "Well Henry (the boy who died) is out there on the swings and I want to play too!" My mom looked over and sure enough, one of the swings was moving. There was no breeze, and the other swings were still.

She told the mother and she said that the boy often talks about his brother, and she can hear him chatting to him over the baby monitor.

[Anonymous]

About 20 years ago, I was a teacher at a DC public school in an extremely poor neighborhood. I could go for days about the unsettling things I witnessed, but here's the incident that struck me most.

We had a "family fun day" which was really just an end-of-year field day to which they'd invited parents to help supervise. The entire school was outside. Beautiful, bright sunny day, but hot.

There was no rain in the forecast, so we were completely caught off guard when one-half of the sky turned black. No kidding when I say I've never seen a sky that black - it looked like nighttime was coming. The temperature dropped so fast that I got chills from the sweat on my back and face. The whole thing was moving so fast that everyone sort of panicked. Instead of lining up by classroom and heading into the building in an orderly fashion, we just abandoned all the furniture and equipment outside and everyone just rushed all accessible doors and ran into the school.

Once inside, there was more panic because this storm was epic. Windows and doors rattled and leaked rain, the thunderclaps were so loud that they created momentary deafness and ringing in my ears. Kids were screaming and running into the hallway on their own because we were all afraid the windows would break. I can still recall the uncontrollable trembling in my body.

The whole thing was over in about five minutes. The sun was shining again before I'd even located everyone in my class.

While I was standing in the hallway trying find missing students, a kid from another class approached and asked if I had a Saint Bernard. It was such an odd question that I ignored her.

At the end of the day, what another teacher told me made me realize the girl was asking if I'd SEEN BERNARD. This teacher walked me down to his classroom, which was in an open space on the second floor. Behind his chalkboard was a short corridor with doors at either end and a stairwell leading to a set of external doors. I'd never known it was there, but learned that what was meant to be an emergency exit had become an entry point for people in the area. The locks on the external doors had been broken so they were chained from the inside. Against the law, but there was no money to get them fixed and the corridor had been used for criminal activity. The locks on the internal doors had not been broken and because they were exit-only, you could open them from inside the school but they locked on the other side and had no handle or knob on the other side.

So when this teacher got his class out of the storm, they were all freaked out by the rattling that those external doors were doing. He went to look through the small window in one of the internal doors, and saw that it was broken and bloody. Inside, passed out on the floor, was a boy who'd been known to wander the halls. He was definitely a special needs kid, but that was another thing the school didn't have money for and there were A LOT of SN kids in that era of crack.

Bernard had gotten trapped in that corridor and tried to escape by breaking one of the door windows. It was a small window and above his head, so he'd obviously jumped to reach it. He broke through it and on the way down from his jump, his arm caught on one of the shards and cut a gash from his wrist to the crook of his arm. The corridor looked like the beginnings of a Jackson Pollack. There was blood all over the walls, splattered on the ceiling, covering the floor in puddles, and you could his footprints going back and forth, up and down the stairs as he ran to each door before he passed out.

No telling how long he would have been there if it hadn't been for that storm because most people didn't know about that corridor and the teacher never would have looked into it if it hadnt been for the rattling doors.

But the storm happened, the boy was found, and he lived. I hope whatever protected him that day stayed with him for the rest of his life - however long it is or was. Mortality rates for boys in that neighborhood were extremely high in the mid-90s.

[Anonymous]

These stories are creeping me out. And I'm home alone in my creepy old Victorian!

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At the time, this was creepy and weird. My mom took us to Paris when I was 12. We arrived in the morning and were walking around in one of the parks. A drunk man stumbled up to me and grabbed me by my shirt collar -- probably to steady himself, but what did I know? I was frozen in fear while my mom and sister walked ahead, until my mom realized I wasn't with them, turned around and saw what was happening, and ran back and beat the guy with her purse until he let go of me and fell over into an empty ice cream cart. Paris was also the first time I saw beggars and the child beggars on the subway freaked me out.

As an adult, the weirdest and creepiest stuff I saw involved drugs. Seeing people shoot up, watching exchanges and negotiations for drugs and all the weird behavior that happens in shooting galleries and crack houses. I dabbled in coke but my best friend turned into a crack head and then a heroin junkie, so I ended up in these places when I was still hanging out with her in the early days. Those places always gave me the fucking creeps. Dark, graffiti everywhere, total messes, drug paraphernalia scattered all over, people passed out and nodding off...creepy shit. The first time I saw someone shoot up was actually in an dark doorway in Vancouver, though. And that also freaked me out.

Then there are the DC weirdos. A guy smelling my hair in a metro station. A homeless lady dragging all her belongings, over 6 feet tall, stopping in the middle of the street and screaming at me, walking past her while 7 or 8 months pregnant at the time, "STOP LOOKING AT ME YOU FUCKING ALIEN!" Everybody around stopped in their tracks for a minute, she screamed so loud. But then continued on. That was creepy.

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When I was about 14 my family lived in a very creepy house. There was a basement and you could constantly hear walking up and down the steps when no one was there. One time I came home from school and I was in the house alone. My sisters bedroom was right off the living room and I used to take her puppy out and play with him. Well for whatever reason I didn't want to play with it that day. It was scratching and whining at the door but I left it alone. When my sister came home I told her the puppy has been whining and scratching at the door. She then told me that she had given the puppy away yesterday! Still creeps me out.

[Anonymous]

I have been back on this thread for several days now. It's a good one.

Ok I am willing to share a few.

My grandmother lived with us when I was a baby, because she had alzheimers. She and I apparantly shared a room. Bed on one side, crib on the other. She died when I was one or two, and a sweet lady from what I know of her. So I never "met" her. Later in life, I was sitting in that room. It had been turned into a home office so I was on the computer, home alone. I heard my name. Twice. Without thinking, her name flooded my mind. I wasn't even thinking about the fact that it was the room I shared with her, until much later.

Later in life, after a terrible breakup of a meaningful relationship, I was sobbing in my bed one night. I felt a hand brushing my hair. Physically. I thought it was her, and felt comfort. Wasn't scared by this, because whatever spirit I felt (hers possibly) was so kind. I fell asleep.

There was another instance where I was driving in the middle of nowhere in a terrible blizzard, and felt that she might be there (long story, also just my feeling, so no 'proof' to share).

I have a few more, but also hard to describe and has to do with my young daughter recognizing what grandma looked like in a picture, etc. I won't go on too long. That's good for now.

[Anonymous]

After Thanksgiving with out of state family, my little family and I flew home. We were walking up the jetway, and two people in front of us was a tall old man. He started leaning back (you know how the jetways slant uphill). He caught himself, and someone asked if he was OK. We backed up a bit, and sure enough another 30 seconds and he fell back flat. Conscious for a minute. The person just in front of us who asked if he was OK was ... a doctor! The person in front of him was in the army and had saved lives before. My dh was a med student. So he was surrounded by help. They got a quick medical history before he went unconscious. He vomited up (on my dh, who was actually not helping much and went to clean himself). A few of us in the front pushed forward and went out to get help. Strangely, no one was there to help at the gate, anywhere around. We actually started yelling "help! help!" and no one came. I kept thinking if there was a terrorist or crime or something, the security would be terrible!! It was a late incoming flight at the end of the holiday weekend, so maybe security was getting a needed break?? Calling 911 from cellphones went to the airport authority, and they said to call someone else!! My DH (before cleaning himself) actually found a payphone and called someone who would help. Instead of coming through the airport, they were out on the tarmac. It was a huge mess. Took forever to get proper help.

From what it looked like, the man died. We had no reason to stay, and left. So we don't know. Not looking good as they had to intubate. Wish we could have seen him get better.... Kept thinking about him, and if he had just visited family. And to think they were finishing out their thanksgiving weekend and didn't know yet that their father/husband/brother died on his way home. It was a sobering drive home from the airport, one hour away.

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I grew up in a very old farmhouse out in the middle of nowhere and have had friends & relatives say that they felt something odd/unsettling there, but I was always perfectly comfortable.

Took my preschooler up for a visit one winter and the fireplace in the living room was lit and she was playing on the floor in front of it. Sweet scene so I took some pictures on burst.

Going through them the next day, I saw from frame to frame that she didn't really move but out of the floor came a pink ball of light which drifted up toward her face, paused there a few frames, and then went up through the ceiling.

And then I remembered the friends I used to talk to when I was little who lived in the chimney vents above the mantlepiece. They didn't feel imaginary but I alway supposed that was because I was so little.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:
About 20 years ago, I was a teacher at a DC public school in an extremely poor neighborhood. I could go for days about the unsettling things I witnessed, but here's the incident that struck me most.

We had a "family fun day" which was really just an end-of-year field day to which they'd invited parents to help supervise. The entire school was outside. Beautiful, bright sunny day, but hot.

There was no rain in the forecast, so we were completely caught off guard when one-half of the sky turned black. No kidding when I say I've never seen a sky that black - it looked like nighttime was coming. The temperature dropped so fast that I got chills from the sweat on my back and face. The whole thing was moving so fast that everyone sort of panicked. Instead of lining up by classroom and heading into the building in an orderly fashion, we just abandoned all the furniture and equipment outside and everyone just rushed all accessible doors and ran into the school.

Once inside, there was more panic because this storm was epic. Windows and doors rattled and leaked rain, the thunderclaps were so loud that they created momentary deafness and ringing in my ears. Kids were screaming and running into the hallway on their own because we were all afraid the windows would break. I can still recall the uncontrollable trembling in my body.

The whole thing was over in about five minutes. The sun was shining again before I'd even located everyone in my class.

While I was standing in the hallway trying find missing students, a kid from another class approached and asked if I had a Saint Bernard. It was such an odd question that I ignored her.

At the end of the day, what another teacher told me made me realize the girl was asking if I'd SEEN BERNARD. This teacher walked me down to his classroom, which was in an open space on the second floor. Behind his chalkboard was a short corridor with doors at either end and a stairwell leading to a set of external doors. I'd never known it was there, but learned that what was meant to be an emergency exit had become an entry point for people in the area. The locks on the external doors had been broken so they were chained from the inside. Against the law, but there was no money to get them fixed and the corridor had been used for criminal activity. The locks on the internal doors had not been broken and because they were exit-only, you could open them from inside the school but they locked on the other side and had no handle or knob on the other side.

So when this teacher got his class out of the storm, they were all freaked out by the rattling that those external doors were doing. He went to look through the small window in one of the internal doors, and saw that it was broken and bloody. Inside, passed out on the floor, was a boy who'd been known to wander the halls. He was definitely a special needs kid, but that was another thing the school didn't have money for and there were A LOT of SN kids in that era of crack.

Bernard had gotten trapped in that corridor and tried to escape by breaking one of the door windows. It was a small window and above his head, so he'd obviously jumped to reach it. He broke through it and on the way down from his jump, his arm caught on one of the shards and cut a gash from his wrist to the crook of his arm. The corridor looked like the beginnings of a Jackson Pollack. There was blood all over the walls, splattered on the ceiling, covering the floor in puddles, and you could his footprints going back and forth, up and down the stairs as he ran to each door before he passed out.

No telling how long he would have been there if it hadn't been for that storm because most people didn't know about that corridor and the teacher never would have looked into it if it hadnt been for the rattling doors.

But the storm happened, the boy was found, and he lived. I hope whatever protected him that day stayed with him for the rest of his life - however long it is or was. Mortality rates for boys in that neighborhood were extremely high in the mid-90s.

Oh my my my! Chills!!

[Anonymous]

The creepiest story do far was the ghost grabbing the girls leg. Vile and creepy

[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.

I don't want to rain on your spooky story parade (it's probably true!) but that also sounds like it could have been a brief episode of sleep paralysis. It happened to me once and I felt a very strong pressure on my chest, couldn't move, and "felt"/mentally saw a terrible witch sneaking up behind me in my bed.

[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.

I don't want to rain on your spooky story parade (it's probably true!) but that also sounds like it could have been a brief episode of sleep paralysis. It happened to me once and I felt a very strong pressure on my chest, couldn't move, and "felt"/mentally saw a terrible witch sneaking up behind me in my bed.

Not oP, but if you read through it, you'll notice she wasn't even asleep in the first place, for this to be sleep paralysis