In honour of Halloween: Scared Shitless?

[Malthus]

Post here your favorite it-happened-to-you scare, of the Halloween sort (not 'I was driving down the road and I nearly crashed' sort of thing, but something that put the scare into you in a creepy way ).

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My favorite is one I may have already mentioned.

When I was young, I was in the habit of sneaking into the kitchen late at night when I was supposed to be asleep (far from my parent's room, so they would not notice), turning on the light, and reading horror comics and scary books while eating peanut butter and honey sandwiches.

Unwise in many ways, and set me up for the scare of a lifetime.

I should explain that the kitchen table had a window that you could easily pull open sideways. This wasn't a security risk because it was high in the air and although partly covered with thick ivy, the ivy could not support a person's weight.

I was reading a book of horror stories and eating a sandwich, really scaring myself with the gruesome story, when I heard a gentle tap-tapping on the window. I looked up, expecting to see the ivy blowing against the window, and instead saw - a tiny, shrunken black human hand with claws trying to open the window!

I was so scared I was literally paralized. I could not even scream. I was thinking to myself "this is impossible, but it is happening - a couple of feet away from me".

The black hand got a grip, and pulled the window fully open - and at last I let out a scream ... startling the raccoon that was after the sandwich on the table in front of me. Because of the angle I hadn't seen its face and it hadn't seen me.

A raccoon's paw in action, topside: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIjoBwmpx_0

Underside is black and hairless:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Mm_Hand.jpg

[The Brain]

I think I saw a fag on Languish once.

[Ideologue]

I thought I saw my mother's ghost once.  That was frightening.  I'd just gotten back from a long (10+ hr) drive and was very tired from the trip in general.

The concept of ghosts has always frightened me, especially when I was a kid.  Even today, ghosts are the only horror subgenre that actually scares me.  Everything else--slashers, monsters--are vulnerable to physical means, and so are no more scary than, say, a Muslim.

[Razgovory]

I think a camel tried to spit on me today.  That was kind of scary.  When I was a kid all kinds of things terrified me.  I would see shit floating around the house and every night I was so terrified I couldn't scream.  In hindsight this might have been sign my parents should have picked up on.  I was also terribly frightened by lots of odd things.  Like a sign at a Chinese Restaurant or sharp angles.  Give me a bit to think of some more specific things. 



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Here's the scary sign that scared me when I was a kid.  Perhaps not surprisingly I've always been repulsed by tattoos or face painting.

[Capetan Mihali]

Grandma Clown from the Big Apple Circus. 



I threw up all over my dinosaur t-shirt and had to be carried out shrieking.   

[grumbler]

When I was six or seven, stayed up late one night to watch (with my older sister, who didn't want to see it alone) the old The Haunting movie (the excellent black-and-white one, not the remake).  Scared me spitless, even though you never actually saw anything.  Had nightmares about bulging walls for months.

[Martim Silva]

When I was 34, I lived in an apartment on the 11th Floor.

One day, I entered the elevator to go to work. I pressed the "0" button (ground floor).

The elevator descended, but to my worry it did not stop in the ground floor. It kept descending.

First, it read "-1" (garage), but then it went "-2", then "-3", "-4"...

I was "WTF? This building only has a garage, the '-1' level. And you need to input a code to be able to access it!"

It stopped at "-5".

Confused, I slowly opened the door. It was a pitch dark area, but I could see a very bright white light far to the left. It was the size of a door, and boy did it shine. I somehow had this odd notion that, if I crossed that opening, my life would change forever.

Spooked, I retreated inside the elevator and re-pressed the "0" button.

Fortunately, this time it went up and did open in the ground floor.

I assumed a malfunction of the thing and that it merely had taken a long time to go to the garage, which I had reached inadvertently, and saw the sunlight coming from there. I thus went to work.

About a year later, I descended for the first time to the garage ("-1") with the building administrator.

To my surprise, when we got there the artificial lights were on. The elevator led to a small area, with the passageway to the garage proper directly to the right of the elevator.

To the left, there was just a wall. A solid wall, and damn close to the elevator's door.

Also, the area was sealed from any light from the outside, unless a car was entering (and that was a noisy procedure).


To this day I have NO idea where that elevator took me, but I sure am glad to be out of that apartment today.

[Maximus]

Maybe that's where the ambassadors were coming from.

[garbon]

Maybe that's where the ambassadors were coming from.

Terrible!

When I was 4, I woke up one morning and when I couldn't find my parents in my bedroom I walked out into the family room and saw the wisps of a woman hair from our great blue chair in the room.  I'm not sure why but I became convinced that the woman was a witch and ran to hid in my bed.  Only later did I find out that my great aunt had came over as my parents had rush to the hospital where my mother was giving birth to my sister.

[PRC]

When I was 34, I lived in an apartment on the 11th Floor.

One day, I entered the elevator to go to work. I pressed the "0" button (ground floor).

The elevator descended, but to my worry it did not stop in the ground floor. It kept descending.

First, it read "-1" (garage), but then it went "-2", then "-3", "-4"...

I was "WTF? This building only has a garage, the '-1' level. And you need to input a code to be able to access it!"

It stopped at "-5".

Confused, I slowly opened the door. It was a pitch dark area, but I could see a very bright white light far to the left. It was the size of a door, and boy did it shine. I somehow had this odd notion that, if I crossed that opening, my life would change forever.

Spooked, I retreated inside the elevator and re-pressed the "0" button.

Fortunately, this time it went up and did open in the ground floor.

I assumed a malfunction of the thing and that it merely had taken a long time to go to the garage, which I had reached inadvertently, and saw the sunlight coming from there. I thus went to work.

About a year later, I descended for the first time to the garage ("-1") with the building administrator.

To my surprise, when we got there the artificial lights were on. The elevator led to a small area, with the passageway to the garage proper directly to the right of the elevator.

To the left, there was just a wall. A solid wall, and damn close to the elevator's door.

Also, the area was sealed from any light from the outside, unless a car was entering (and that was a noisy procedure).


To this day I have NO idea where that elevator took me, but I sure am glad to be out of that apartment today.

It was a portal to a fantasy world where you would have become a warlord, a reaver and slayer of alien men.  You should have entered as you've lost the opportunity to conquer a new realm and fuck alien pussy.

[Caliga]

It was a portal to a fantasy world where you would have become a warlord, a reaver and slayer of alien men.  You should have entered as you've lost the opportunity to conquer a new realm and fuck alien pussy.

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[jimmy olsen]

When I was 34, I lived in an apartment on the 11th Floor.

One day, I entered the elevator to go to work. I pressed the "0" button (ground floor).

The elevator descended, but to my worry it did not stop in the ground floor. It kept descending.

First, it read "-1" (garage), but then it went "-2", then "-3", "-4"...

I was "WTF? This building only has a garage, the '-1' level. And you need to input a code to be able to access it!"

It stopped at "-5".

Confused, I slowly opened the door. It was a pitch dark area, but I could see a very bright white light far to the left. It was the size of a door, and boy did it shine. I somehow had this odd notion that, if I crossed that opening, my life would change forever.

Spooked, I retreated inside the elevator and re-pressed the "0" button.

Fortunately, this time it went up and did open in the ground floor.

I assumed a malfunction of the thing and that it merely had taken a long time to go to the garage, which I had reached inadvertently, and saw the sunlight coming from there. I thus went to work.

About a year later, I descended for the first time to the garage ("-1") with the building administrator.

To my surprise, when we got there the artificial lights were on. The elevator led to a small area, with the passageway to the garage proper directly to the right of the elevator.

To the left, there was just a wall. A solid wall, and damn close to the elevator's door.

Also, the area was sealed from any light from the outside, unless a car was entering (and that was a noisy procedure).


To this day I have NO idea where that elevator took me, but I sure am glad to be out of that apartment today.

It was a portal to a fantasy world where you would have become a warlord, a reaver and slayer of alien men.  You should have entered as you've lost the opportunity to conquer a new realm and fuck alien pussy.

[Razgovory]

Yeah, we know Tim.  These jokes work better when you don't blurt out the reference.

[Malthus]

Back to the halloween mood:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4PR9NZlAB4