Manifisto posted:

I had a spooky mini-adventure today and I was gonna post it in hello & chat, but I thought, why not make a thread? this is with all due respect to chewbecca's "hair raising" thread, I feel like there's a place for a separate thread based on personal anecdotes.

a sunny morning gave way to an overcast afternoon, and since I was in the neighborhood of a recently-placed geocache I decided to go find it. the cache description was a little vague but promised something back in the woods with some relationship to the history of a nearby (rural) route, and an "interesting" journey to find it.

the coordinates for parking take you to a tiny post office in an extremely tiny "town," really just a handful of houses, a single store/gas station, a very small church, and a suitably atmospheric roadside graveyard where the tombstones rise up onto a small hill. the post office was closed, and at the back corner of the parking lot was a small former road, closed off by debris and leading into the forest. I parked and walked along this road for a ways until I found what, at least on the map, was a turnoff to a much, much older former road--in no condition you could take a vehicle on, overgrown with trees and brambles and rather difficult to figure out where exactly the roadbed used to be.

bushwhacking in the general direction my gps told me, and getting scratched up by brambles in the process, I eventually vaguely saw a structure through the trees (too far from ground zero to be the cache). this is what it was:



I dunno about you, but that abandoned forest house in blair witch project always creeped me out, and this place, though smaller, had a similar vibe. presumably some sort of driveway once led to it but where that might have been was a total mystery. the inside had the remains of an ancient spring bed and walls and floors full of holes.

I skirted this rather nervously (it's hunting season, you never know who or what might be occupying abandoned structures) and ventured deeper into the woods, the "road" being entirely theoretical at this point. after some time (probably not nearly as long as it felt) I saw another structure, a smaller one, and wondered if that could possibly be the location of the geocache. according to the gps, it definitely was, so I inched closer, until I found this:



(it's a quite old outhouse lol, the door is still padlocked on the other side. I guess the idea is that people traveling along the roadway would use this as a pit stop.)

the geocache is nearby, just outside the frame. slenderman is presumably just outside the frame as well, unless I haven't spotted him in the picture. I was just as happy to get back to the car, and deffo wouldn't have wanted to be around here in the fading light!

any other yobbers have spooky experiences to share?

Lil Swamp Booger Baby posted:

The Love Shack has seen better days, I mutter as I head back down the Atlanta highway.

Gross Dude posted:

Manifisto posted:

I had a spooky mini-adventure today and I was gonna post it in hello & chat, but I thought, why not make a thread? this is with all due respect to chewbecca's "hair raising" thread, I feel like there's a place for a separate thread based on personal anecdotes.

a sunny morning gave way to an overcast afternoon, and since I was in the neighborhood of a recently-placed geocache I decided to go find it. the cache description was a little vague but promised something back in the woods with some relationship to the history of a nearby (rural) route, and an "interesting" journey to find it.

the coordinates for parking take you to a tiny post office in an extremely tiny "town," really just a handful of houses, a single store/gas station, a very small church, and a suitably atmospheric roadside graveyard where the tombstones rise up onto a small hill. the post office was closed, and at the back corner of the parking lot was a small former road, closed off by debris and leading into the forest. I parked and walked along this road for a ways until I found what, at least on the map, was a turnoff to a much, much older former road--in no condition you could take a vehicle on, overgrown with trees and brambles and rather difficult to figure out where exactly the roadbed used to be.

bushwhacking in the general direction my gps told me, and getting scratched up by brambles in the process, I eventually vaguely saw a structure through the trees (too far from ground zero to be the cache). this is what it was:



I dunno about you, but that abandoned forest house in blair witch project always creeped me out, and this place, though smaller, had a similar vibe. presumably some sort of driveway once led to it but where that might have been was a total mystery. the inside had the remains of an ancient spring bed and walls and floors full of holes.

I skirted this rather nervously (it's hunting season, you never know who or what might be occupying abandoned structures) and ventured deeper into the woods, the "road" being entirely theoretical at this point. after some time (probably not nearly as long as it felt) I saw another structure, a smaller one, and wondered if that could possibly be the location of the geocache. according to the gps, it definitely was, so I inched closer, until I found this:



(it's a quite old outhouse lol, the door is still padlocked on the other side. I guess the idea is that people traveling along the roadway would use this as a pit stop.)

the geocache is nearby, just outside the frame. slenderman is presumably just outside the frame as well, unless I haven't spotted him in the picture. I was just as happy to get back to the car, and deffo wouldn't have wanted to be around here in the fading light!

any other yobbers have spooky experiences to share?

Jinh posted:

The other night around 11 pm I heard a single loud knock on the front door. Not a fist on wood sound, but the actual metal loop knocker rapping once. Clear and unmistakeable.

I live alone, and was not expecting guests at all. I hadn't ordered food or anything. The road I reside on is a busy highway, which keeps door-to-door types away. So I was wary.

The motion sensor light out front wasn't set off. It is a piece of junk that ignores people in preference to triggering anytime it sees a cloud it doesn't like, so that's not unusual. I peeked through the small window at the top of the door. No headlights out front, nothing illuminated by the solitary streetlight. . So I opened the door nonchalantly, wide and welcoming. What can I say, I want to be a good neighbor. Maybe the older lady next door was having some kind of trouble.

Nothing. Now I have played a couple games of Knock-Knock-Zoom-Zoom or Ding-Dong-Ditch or whatever you call it when I was a dumb kid, and this called those memories to mind, but there's no kids living nearby. I wish I would have heard laughter fading in the distance, but instead I just heard mosquitos buzzing and frogs croaking. In my head the echo of the knocker played on repeat, I felt like I was going mad, so I had to break the tension I felt.

I stepped out, mostly closed the door behind me to keep mosquitos from coming in, and broke the silence, "Hello...?"

There was no reply as I stood on the front steps looking either way. I let out a deep sigh and turned to head back in.

Less than a foot from my face, an enormous frog the size of my fist sat perched on my door knocker.

Evil Bob posted:

In my old apartment the bedroom light would sometimes turn on on its own. I always felt like there was a presence in that building but it never felt malevolent.

In my current house one night I woke up certain that I heard someone lightly playing the toms on my drums down stairs. I was so certain that I literally went down stairs to check, but no one was there.

Chewbecca posted:

Ok well the house I grew up in as a kid was p old, like from the 1950s. Growing up my brother, my mum and I all had weird experiences but I had the worst.

There was a ghost girl who was at my childhood home. She first appeared to me when I was maybe 12. My mum later verified she had the same experiences with this ghost girl moving to the house at 17 after she got married, and my brother saw her too at my door (we all only talked about it together years later). The house itself always had a weird energy and two of my three cousins refused to sleep over cos they said it scared them.

Examples of stuff which would happen included, the temperature dropping dramatically to freezing even on hot summer nights, footsteps running up and down the hallway, whispers and voices (only a single voice) and her standing in my doorway. When that happened it would only be momentary and I'd lie there convincing myself I imagined it. Later my mum and brother both verified they'd seen her, and always at my doorway (thanks mum!)

The last time I experienced anything I was maybe 14 or 15, and home alone during the day. I was sitting in the living room and I heard the familiar running down up and down the hallway but this time it was loud (and it was rare in the day anyway). It was almost like she was playing hide and seek, she was running super fast and it felt like she was teasing me, like she wanted me to freak out (so job well done to her I guess). It felt malevolent, or at least spiteful. Then in this old fibro house in spring/summer the temperature dropped substantially so that I was physically shaking from the cold (and probably from fear too). The keyboard on the computer in my parents room started typing SO LOUD and the computer started resetting over and over again (and I did not go look in that room cos no thank you). The dust in the air kind of suspended for a second and I sat on the lounge deathly still and just watched where the sound was coming from, from the running footsteps going back and forth. Eventually I ran tf out of that house, freezing cold, sweating and terrified. I remember getting outside and it was warm. I ran all the way to her work at a local shopping centre and hung out there until she finished work.

I drew this horrible phone/jspaint diagram of the house. The blue is the window to the street, I was on the couch under it. Black is walls and pink is the route she was running, so I could hear her behind the walls but when she'd get to the doorways I wouldn't see her, she'd run the other way.



After that it felt like she was gone. The house had no energy, just a house. Do yeah, idk vv

Chewbecca posted:

Yeah I hated being home alone, hated the nighttime. It was built I think in the 1950s or 40s and I always meant to look up what might have happened there but I didn't know where to look

If I do I'll let you know. Whatever it was, it wasn't good