I was once driving through a crowded night market (common in Southeast Asia) when I had to stop a light. When the crowd opened in front of me there was this kitten in the road that had been run over by a motorcycle. The mid section had been crushed and parts of its intestines had spoiled out onto the street but the upper half was still alive. All I could do was watch it claw at the air trying to fight the inevitable. I'll never forget that cats face. The was no fear, just anger, hate and desperation. It's how I imagine souls in Hell would look.

A potato flew around my room [spoiler]SCARY!!! [/spoiler]

... And when he woke up in the morning she was still in his bed!!!!!! Ahhhh!!!! ... And then she wanted to make him eggs!!!!! Ahhhh!!!!!! ... And he said oh I don't have time I have a meeting at 12:30 and she said I'll drive you there. Ahhhhhh!!!!!!! .... And he said no, no it's at my office it's like a half hour commute and she said I don't mind it's on the way to my kids pre-school!!!! Ahhh!!!! Ahhhh!!!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!

I'm a security guard at this old restaurant, the place eventually went out of business because the manager and owner loved his money. Kids started breaking in & painting the place up as a result security was hired to watch the place, I was filling in for the regular graveyard guard and it was a pretty good night up until 3:00 the lights started acting up and I swear I heard something drop inside the kitchen, I was freaked I went through the front doors, unfortunately I left the keys on a table and I was way to freaked to go back, I just broke down the glass doors with my shoulder & called my dispatch asking them what I should do, after calming me down they told me to just wait outside until the next guard was here. Once I was relived by the next guy I went home and slept it off, I remember waking up smelling fishy & getting ready for work, I got a call from dispatch, telling me to not to go to the restaurant, the last guard was just killed, the cops are there investigating it. I asked "an investigation already?" She said yes, apparently his neck was cut and the purl wrote [b]the hash slinging slasher[/b] on the wall. I gasped so hard my gills flared up and I was winded.

This is the only memory I have from when I was three years old. I was living in Richmond, Virginia. I was up in my room playing with my toys when this little girl came up the stairs. She had one of those lace up dresses they wore in the 1800's. So she came up the stay and says, "Want to play"? Being young and naive and bored I said yes. We played with my Thomas the Tank Engine toys for awhile and had fun. Then my Mom came up the stairs and said "Who are you playing with"? At this point the little girl was behind me so my Mon couldn't see. I'm playing with this girl. I turn around and she's gone. My dad was cleaning out our fire place and at the moment he said "Honey come down here. Look what I found"! Keep in mind that this was a house built in the 1800's. Well my dad had found an old wood box. In the box were two pictures and a dusty old diary. One picture was of a family showing the parents and three children. Two boys and a girl. My Dad opened the diary and started flipping through it. He stopped at the last entry. It read this word for word. "To my beloved family. I have been sick for many weeks and feel myself growing weaker with every passing second. I want you all. To know I love you all dearly and am very thankful for all the care you have given me. I know things have been tough but you all are strong and can move on in life even if it is without me. I wish I could have lived longer with you all and seen my life through but it looks like that will not be. If God wants me in heaven I will go there. Do not mourn my passing but celebrate my life. That is my final request from you. Your beloved daughter, Carrie To this day I'm still shaken to the core from that experience. My parents did a little digging and found out the family was ravaged by influenza. I can remember as if it was yesterday. You may not believe me but I'm not kidding. Think what you will but this is true.

I got stalked by a guy for a week, it was delightful

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This isn't really scary or paranormal, but its true. About 1 and a half years ago I woke up at about 5 in the morning on a monday, and got up. I found my mum staring out the window. I what i say from behind the blinds was pure red. I couldn't even see across the street through the red. We though something was majorly on fire and there was no TV reception. I went to school as usual and it was all the way there aswell! Only about 1/4 of the school students were there (out of roughly 1100). It was hard to see anything and later we found out that it was just a dust storm that came all the way from central Australia. Not scary, just started off creepily, like the end of the world!

> 4th grade, had burritos from a greasy Mexican diner for dinner the night before >Sitting in class, feel rumbling in bowels similar in magnitude to that which the great Cthulhu will produce when it returns >Ask to go to the bathroom as the -blam!- begins to trickle out of my desperately clenched -blam!- >My teacher says no, turns mother-blam!- -blam!- face back to board >Start crying like the -blam!- 4th grader I was, -blam!- smell starting to spread in room >Kids around me start making faces, cry more >Decide I have no other choice, let loose the floodgates and feel sweet relief as the massive amounts of -blam!- evacuate my bowels >Get detention, all worth it when I see sad Mexican janitor cleaning -blam!- up after school (my class evacuated after it all spewed out)