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Are You Afraid of the Dark???

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    May 31, 2012 6:19 AM EDT

    Recent talk in Shannon's Mythical Being/Creatures thread got me thinking about modern day Urban Legends, ghost stories, conspiracies pretty much everyday weird tales and rumours .

    So come sit round the camp fire and share you tales of the unknown, the weird or just plain wonderful, be they your own or just ones you've heard.

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    May 31, 2012 6:32 AM EDT

    The babysitter and the man upstairs
    As told by Andy B.:

    A married couple were going out for the evening and called in a teenage babysitter to take care of their three children. When she arrived they told her they probably wouldn't be back until late, and that the kids were already asleep so she needn't disturb them.

    The babysitter starts doing her homework while awaiting a call from her boyfriend. After awhile the phone rings. She answers it, but hears no one on the other end — just silence, then whoever it is hangs up. After a few more minutes the phone rings again. She answers, and this time there's a man on the line who says, in a chilling voice, "Have you checked the children?"

    Click.

    At first she thinks it might have been the father calling to check up and he got interrupted, so she decides to ignore it. She goes back to her homework, then the phone rings again. "Have you checked the children?" says the creepy voice on the other end.

    "Mr. Murphy?" she asks, but the caller hangs up again.

    She decides to phone the restaurant where the parents said they'd be dining, but when she asks for Mr. Murphy she is told that he and his wife had left the restaurant 45 minutes earlier. So she calls the police and reports that a stranger has been calling her and hanging up. "Has he threatened you?" the dispatcher asks. No, she says. "Well, there's nothing we can really do about it. You could try reporting the prank caller to the phone company."

    A few minutes go by and she gets another call. "Why haven't you checked the children?" the voice says.

    "Who is this?" she asks, but he hangs up again. She dials 911 again and says, "I'm scared. I know he's out there, he's watching me."

    "Have you seen him?" the dispatcher asks. She says no. "Well, there isn't much we can do about it," the dispatcher says. The babysitter goes into panic mode and pleads with him to help her. "Now, now, it'll be okay," he says. "Give me your number and street address, and if you can keep this guy on the phone for at least a minute we'll try to trace the call. What was your name again?"

    "Linda."

    "Okay, Linda, if he calls back we'll do our best to trace the call, but just keep calm. Can you do that for me?"

    "Yes," she says, and hangs up. She decides to turn the lights down so she can see if anyone's outside, and that's when she gets another call.

    "It's me," the familiar voice says. "Why did you turn the lights down?"

    "Can you see me?" she asks, panicking.

    "Yes," he says after a long pause.

    "Look, you've scared me," she says. "I'm shaking. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted?"

    "No."

    "Then what do you want?" she asks.

    Another long pause. "Your blood. All over me."

    She slams the phone down, terrified. Almost immediately it rings again. "Leave me alone!" she screams, but it's the dispatcher calling back. His voice is urgent.

    "Linda, we've traced that call. It's coming from another room inside the house. Get out of there! Now!!!"

    She tears to the front door, attempting to unlock it and dash outside, only to find the chain at the top still latched. In the time it takes her to unhook it she sees a door open at the top of the stairs. Light streams from the children's bedroom, revealing the profile of a man standing just inside.

    She finally gets the door open and bursts outside, only to find a cop standing on the doorstep with his gun drawn. At this point she's safe, of course, but when they capture the intruder and drag him downstairs in handcuffs, she sees he is covered in blood. Come to find out, all three children have all been murdered.

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    May 31, 2012 7:00 AM EDT

    lol this ones a classic i remember hearing this one when i was a kid

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    May 31, 2012 7:02 AM EDT

    ooo titan! :D did you bring any marshmallows?

    yeah its an old classic but still a good one, have you got any stories or videos of paranormal stuff to share? :D

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    May 31, 2012 7:10 AM EDT

    I'm laying on my bed and my parents are staring at me... Well perhaps I should start at the beginning.

    I went to bed early today yet I couldn't fall asleep. After what seemed an hour I heared strange noises coming from downstairs so I went to check it out.
    The lights were out but I could make it a figure dragging something across the floor. Scared as hell I went back up into my bed. The figure then came into my room, dragging whatever it was towards the wall opposite from my bed and set up what he was carrying against the wall.It then drawed something next to the object and afterward it crawled under my bed.

    My eyes have adjusted to the dark now. And  the objects against the wall are the mangled corpses of my parents staring at me, while the drawing reads: 'I know you're awake'.

     

    Yeah, I suck at ghost stories :P

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    May 31, 2012 7:17 AM EDT

    :D that was awesome Garth have some marshmallows. kinda creepy that he'd just hide under your bed though.

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    May 31, 2012 7:38 AM EDT

    oh iv got a funny story which my self and my buddy submitted as a sighting on a bigfoot website  about  "The legend of duck-foot" (bare in mind its random and wierd but we were absolutely drunk of our ears , and we laughed through the entire thing)

    about 3:05 Am approx,
    I was duck hunting with my  brother charles,
    We were sat in our duck-boat doing some duck-call's too attract some delicious ducks,
    but too our surprise all we attracted was some wood-knock's anytime we called from our duck-flute.
    After a while we sat there moist with anticipation,And out of no-where there was the biggest duck iv ever seen it looked perplexed, as if it had been startled by something big,
    it was so scared it jumped into our boat, my hunters instinct kicked in i immediately snapped it's neck and my gaze drifted too my brother charles who was taken by a shadowy figure on the shore he was rigid with "duck-lust" a common ailment among duck-hunters i pulled out of my de-fouling knife too query his sadistic look,
    "Charles!" i exclaimed , all he could reply was "mmmrrrgh..." this was normal but my senses were heightened when he mentioned "duck-foot!" of course straight away i realised he meant " big-duck" it was then i noticed a big, brutish shadow along the tide, I decided it was the perfect time too use my brand new cedar-wood duckflute i got in town a while back, i Paused frozen with lust waiting for charles too make the next move but alas he was more concerned with the onimous hulk that was brewding in a racial kind of way,
    That only duck-hunters understand and laymen covit,
    The beast insisted to quack no matter how much i fluted , as every duck-hunter knows his flute is his wench!,
    The beast reared up as if it wanted too negotiate a business deal (a clencher if you will),I was'nt budging "not for all the quack in the world"
    ---meanwhile-----------------------
    Charles slumped out of the boat as if possessed by malard mckaddam's (the old duck-detective in the japanese war films),whilst charles was thrashing i did the only thing a duck-hunter could do i threw him a duck rope,made from rope and duck-fins, I knew charles would know what too do , he grabbed the duck-rope with all his might, a real shame he did'nt have hand's,but charles was a fighter and tried too bite the rope for traction, a real shame charles lost his teeth in the duck-war of 97, The beast overted it's lucious focus from me and the duck-boat , and zeroed in on charles flapping mess in the water, I grabbed my winchester and and realised "There's a duck in these wood's..."It was then i mustered all the bravery and panzam a duck fisherman can gather,it felt lite on my shoulder i eased in like a one legged man in an ass-kicking contest , ........"SNAP" The duck-shot hit it's mark but im an awfull shot and hit charles, That just made charles worse he started chanting "DUCKY BOOM BI AYE" Dammit charles i roared, at this stage i knew charles would be as much use as wood-knocking in bigfoot season, i loaded another round, "this time for good!" (SNAP!) i could see the rounds going straight and true "charles" i called "i got em, igot em" charles was as good as a duck in chicken pants (charles smiled) or at least i thought he did but it was his head falling  off with glee,
    -----------------
    "Darn" i cried , what kind of duck let's my brother die like that , who does he think he is , sitting there in his hot-tub of sticky plumb sauce fornicating with all those hot teen-age ducks---------
    "Last chance salon" those where the last word's i heard from jeffrey my barber ringing in my ears (SNAP!)
    the beast was standing there covered in charles bloody giblet's and the mallard with the snapped neck was still dead , there was no escape from the foul filthyness of the duck-foot , (SNAP!)........tHE BEAST TURNED IN CONFUSION AND RETURNED TOO HIS WITTLING ON THE SEA SHORE...and, "this time for good!"

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    May 31, 2012 7:42 AM EDT

    sorry i didn't understand any of that.

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    May 31, 2012 7:46 AM EDT

    sort of the point there charlie lol

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    May 31, 2012 7:46 AM EDT

    here have a S'more for confusing the hell out of me :P

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    May 31, 2012 7:54 AM EDT

    The big thing that happened to me was when i was about 16/17. I was living at my mums house. She had a old three storey victorian town house. My room was on the top floor which was traditionally the servants floor. One night as I drifted off to sleep my bed covers felt strange as though they were being held down around me or tucked in around the sides. I instantly opened my eyes to the dark room an saw the silohette of a women leaning over me tucking me in. I jumped up in a shot a switched on a light but nothing was there. Spooky :)

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    May 31, 2012 7:57 AM EDT

    :O awesome tale Guy have some marshmallows that is really freaky.