Well, i would like to share a few stories that happened to me. They are not scarry (well, at the moment that they happened they were) but.. well, read for yourselves!
I remember being 10 or 11 years old, when this happened. It was just after christmas hollydays, a cold, windy, January night.
I used to roll on the bed when I was asleep (something that I still do) and the outcome was that, most of the covers (being a blanket or something heavier) fell off the bed making me cold. Eventually I woke up and picked up the covers to continue my sleep. Same thing happened that night.
I woke up feeling cold, as usual, and I saw that my blanket had fell off the bed, so I jumped off the bed to pick it up. As I was fixing the covers and the sheets, I noticed a movement with the corner of my eye, just out of the balcony door. Just across the street, is an elementary school, and behind the outer yard, is an enormus elm tree, probably 100 or more years old. Usually, the air and the lights from houses across the street make odd light games on the curtains, like when you put your hands behind a white sheet with a lamp. But something made me go over there and check outside the window.
Now, we used to have a 2 part system for the curtains, one that opens bot ways, towoard opposite ends of the window, so I went there and pried them open to look outside. What I saw, I will remember for the rest of my life:
A tall guy, over 6'8", standing with one leg on the balcony and having his other leg passed over the balcony rail. He was wearing a black full body uniform, a black cap and ski googles. His face was white and emotionless, and he was looking down while he was opening the window shades. At an odd timing, as I was opening the curtains, he rose up his face to look at me. I looked at his face and felt my spine playing domino. i screamed and run to my parents, who woke up and run outside to se what was happening. Noone was there. I was almost certain that the guy jumped to the balcony below and waited for everyone to calm down before he leaved. My parents were sceptical, and thought that I saw a nightmare or something. A few weeks later, we learnd, about a drug addict, that was cought and put to jail just to commit suicide in his cell. He was 6'8", slim, and he used to climb up to the last floor of a building and rob every single one while descending.
When I was at the Navy, I used to read horror stories, when the weather was ideal for a horror story: Windy, cloudy, after a storm or during one. I just loved to read the works of Lovecraft, Poe, Masterton.
One night, just like the others, I had a shift on a usual outpost. There was no light at the street, it was begining to rain, and I was reading "The Wisperer In The Darkness" by H.P. Lovecraft. Now, imagine this:
The place was a crossroad, with one road comming from the Navy port, the other passing right in front of the outpost, running through the entire complex.
I finished the book, and turned the light of, and lit up a cigarette waiting my eyes to addapt to the darkness. At the far end of the road in front of me, I was seeing dark clouds of rain, and lightnings, started to crack the sky: The thunderstorm was not far from us.
So I sat there, waiting, when someone knoked on the outpost's window. I nearly fell down, and now I know how a heart attack would feel: There was noone there. As I looked with surprise at the empty space before me, and waited for the deep ones to mate with me or the Mi-Go to take my brain and put it in a brain cylinder in a secret cave in the mountains, another knock came on the window, only this time, I also saw a fist knoking on the glass.
Now, the Navy, have a specific department, one that is called "Oceanographic Department". On the oceanographic ships, served only civilians.
One of them was the cook.
The cook was a dwarf.
And he wore dark colored clothes.
I guess some places tend to have that creepy feeling that give you goosebumps, but you can't control it. You just want more and more.
Here we are again, at the same outpost, only this time I wasn't alone: There were a couple of friends of mine, and we talked about folklore stories, about 3 possessed women (officialy possessed here in Greece, kept in a monastery because the phychologists can't treat them-that's another different story) ghost stories, witch stories, you name it.
We talked for a long time and we didn't reallized the time that passed. Suddenly we stoped talking alltogether and for some strange reason I looked beyond the outpost. What I saw I will remember on my deathbed:
There where four men carrying a coffin or something that looked like one. One man walking in front of them was shouting incoherent words. The four men mumbled behind him, something like a chant or like they were mourning.
I read somewhere that insanity is a condition were the human mind locks in a "safe mode" so that could not be harmed by strange or impossibly fearful conditions. For example, if you see a fishman comming out of the water your mind will be so shocked that will look to find an answer, possibly thinking that you are seeing a man in a costume or a man in a wet suit. Now, me, I was thinking "why the hell these guys are carrying the Ark around? what the hell is going on here"?
I turned to see the faces of the other two guys. They were pale, pale with fear. One of them, his face twitching from terror, was looking one at the macabre scene and turned to me with horror in his eyes, looking perhaps for a silent ensurance that what he was seeing was just a bad dream. A very bad dream.
Now, in the Navy, there is a special forces department, simmilar to Navy Seals. They are trained to swim, run and swim. Then swim some more. And they run. Boy, I mean they RUN! Actually it's way to make their lungs bigger and stronger so they would keep more air. Anyway, they are divided in "schools", about 60-70 men get in every school that lasts 2 months. The first month is the basic training, the second being the advanced training and only those who endure the first month can procced to the second. At the end of the basic training, they have a week, called "Devil's Week". They don't sleep, they don't eat, only running, swimming and along with them their trainer shouting patriotic songs and shouts giving the pace, and making them more tired. Sometimes they pack up all their gear and wander around all night, carrying one fully equiped Zodiac with the engine on their shoulders, shouting and yelling. But when someone is tired, the yelling sounds veeeeeeery weird and creepy.
Well, not everyone makes it to the last week, the Devil's Week. In fact, that specific school had only four of them.
They were carrying a fully equiped Zodiac.
Their trainer was in front of them shouting and yelling.
They were behind him keeping the song and their pace. But they were veeeeery tired.
More to come soon. Fhtagn.