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Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?
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So this fella was standing in your garden at night snapping away through a window on a f***king polaroid? was he waving the photo around to develop the pictures as well?
Gerrrupourofityechancer :pac:
Well if you think about it, no such thing as digital cameras back then and all photos would have been developed by the local pharmacy which would have raised suspicions over what this guy was doing.
Polaroid was instant and untraceable so I disagree with your 'Gerrrupourofityechancer' remark....
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miss_shadow wrote: »But I don't actually get why she was in danger. Makes no sense to meThere's a few bits of that don't make sense! I suppose the implication is that the men were going to kill her too?
But how the doctor knew that, and how he could tell the woman was definitely dead and not just drunk requires a little suspension of disbelief.Pompey Magnus wrote: »Also why a doctor in Paris would speak in English to a stranger instead of French seems just a little suspicious.
Haha I know, there's more holes in that story than Swiss Cheese, that's the way it was told to me tho
That story reminds me a little bit of Dunmharu ar An Dart.. anyone who did the Junior Cert circa 1996 knows what I'm talking about
Ooh elaborate? What is it with Irish an creepy stories? Our Irish teacher told us she had this "hilarious" story for the JC, turns out three kids drown at the end of it! :eek:Paris story is definately not true, when I started reading this thread I remembered being told an almost exact story in primary school and thinking that's one for this thread. Difference in my story being that the woman had to get off at the next train station where the police were waiting for the twp men/
That actually makes more sense!SnakePlissken wrote: »It's incredibly disconcerting to see such an amount of stories detailing encounters with predators, chiefly due to their similarities to my most unsettling memory... a memory which I'm sure will be most vivid until my dying day.
I grew up in Meath, in a small bungalow on a hill that overlooked Trim. Though it faced directly onto a relatively well travelled road, as it had no street lamps when our home was in darkness so too was that entire hill.
As a child I would often leave my bed during the early hours for ten to twenty-minute periods, sleepwalking, yet sessions where I remained highly functioning. Usually I would trounce across our hall to the kitchen and pour myself some cereal, I could even ready myself some toast at times... my mother even told me that on one such occasion she found me sweeping the floor in the living room for reasons unknown. The memories of all these moments are not my own however, their recollections formed from what my mother recalled the mornings following.
She told me that at times she would often hear me from her bed, mumbling nonsensically down the hall. Usually, she would leave me to my own devices, I never hurt myself nor threaten to set our home alight, and on the occasions she did try to wake me I became agitated, belligerent. Yes, usually she left me alone to wander, that was until the night that changed how we treated my sleepwalking.
It wasn't long after 1pm, and my mother's bed had yet to be warmed by her body, as she stared at the ceiling from beyond the wall which separated our rooms she heard my usual indistinct mutterings, white noise ushering her to a sleep. That was until she heard a more clear utterance, a voice that was not mine, a man's voice that caused her to bolt from her bed. Sprinting along the hall she burst into my room to find me standing by my bedroom window, curtains pulled wide, one hand resting on the latch. Outside my window, silent, motionless, stood a tall and narrow silhouette, a man whose features came to life as she flicked the room's light switch.
He wasn't your stereotypical boogie man, bearded and scraggy, he was clean shaven, hair neatly cropped, and though it was dark my mother later told the Gardai that there was nothing about his clothing to make him appear destitute. Seeing my mother he didn't stay by my window for long, rushing for the end of the garden never to again be seen, all that he left behind was a leather satchel that got caught in the hedges.
I't wasn't until my late teens when my mother believed I was adult enough to hear what was found in that satchel, what the Gardai brought her to the station to see. Dozens upon dozens of Polaroid pictures bound in an elastic band, photos of me. Taken over a period of some months judging by my changing pyjamas and lengthening hair, they were all taken of me as I sleepwalked, eyes half open, head hanging forward. They were taken from behind the glass of my bedroom window, from the same spot where the silhouette had stood. It took me a while to register the absolute horror of the situation, of just how close I had come to... well, thankfully I'll now never know.
I asked her what it was she had heard him say to me, she almost chocked, swept the tears from her eyes, then said, she heard him say, "That's right, just turn the latch a little more to your right!"
HOLY S**T!! Did he get arrested?!!
I've a cute little co-incidence too. When I was in NUIG I had to do a photography project, and I spotted a mint green vintage car driving up past UHG. Very cute little car, so I snapped a pic of it and photoshopped the background into black and white and left the car in colour.
A month later I was in Cobh for all the Titanic stuff and had my camera with me (project still not finished lol). So we were walking up past St Colman's Cathedral and there was another mint green Hillman (I think, can't rem the make). So I take more photos of it thinking how cute it was and not even making the connection. Check it against the other photo from Galway and it had the same reg- same car, must be following me around! 0 -
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I've a cute little co-incidence too. When I was in NUIG I had to do a photography project, and I spotted a mint green vintage car driving up past UHG. Very cute little car, so I snapped a pic of it and photoshopped the background into black and white and left the car in colour.
A month later I was in Cobh for all the Titanic stuff and had my camera with me (project still not finished lol). So we were walking up past St Colman's Cathedral and there was another mint green Hillman (I think, can't rem the make). So I take more photos of it thinking how cute it was and not even making the connection. Check it against the other photo from Galway and it had the same reg- same car, must be following me around!
I live in Cobh, and I think I know which car you mean, a mint-green, two-seater with hinges on the boot an the frame of one headlight missing?
I never knew what make it was, it's got no badge, but I would usually see it parked on the hill near the cathedral when I'm walking home from the train station.
They must have taken a trip to Galway where you saw it, because most of the time they'd be parked up in Cobh.
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I live in Cobh, and I think I know which car you mean, a mint-green, two-seater with hinges on the boot an the frame of one headlight missing?
I never knew what make it was, it's got no badge, but I would usually see it parked on the hill near the cathedral when I'm walking home from the train station.
They must have taken a trip to Galway where you saw it, because most of the time they'd be parked up in Cobh.
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I live in Cobh, and I think I know which car you mean, a mint-green, two-seater with hinges on the boot an the frame of one headlight missing?
I never knew what make it was, it's got no badge, but I would usually see it parked on the hill near the cathedral when I'm walking home from the train station.
They must have taken a trip to Galway where you saw it, because most of the time they'd be parked up in Cobh.Stepping Stone wrote: »I think it is a Nissan Figaro?
That's the one! Ireland's such a small country. Such a cute car, I want it!Captain Havoc wrote: »Just back to our Parisian doctor friend. Maybe the doctor was an English tourist and knowing what a corpse looks like thought he might advise the girl to hop off at the next stop.But how would he have know that she speaks English rather than French?
Apparently doctors are supposed to know by looking at someone whether they're dead or not. Or so my friend who told me the story says! I think more than she was in danger that the men were obvious covering up the girl's death/capable of murder hence the reason he told her to get off.
Idk Shenshen- maybe there was some clue or maybe she was wearing an Irish jersey?! 0 -
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Haha I know, there's more holes in that story than Swiss Cheese, that's the way it was told to me tho
Ooh elaborate? What is it with Irish an creepy stories? Our Irish teacher told us she had this "hilarious" story for the JC, turns out three kids drown at the end of it! :eek:
That actually makes more sense!
HOLY S**T!! Did he get arrested?!!
I've a cute little co-incidence too. When I was in NUIG I had to do a photography project, and I spotted a mint green vintage car driving up past UHG. Very cute little car, so I snapped a pic of it and photoshopped the background into black and white and left the car in colour.
A month later I was in Cobh for all the Titanic stuff and had my camera with me (project still not finished lol). So we were walking up past St Colman's Cathedral and there was another mint green Hillman (I think, can't rem the make). So I take more photos of it thinking how cute it was and not even making the connection. Check it against the other photo from Galway and it had the same reg- same car, must be following me around!
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I think it was my brother in law who told me that he was in the local pub and there was a big crowd in there celebrating a GAA win by the local team. The cup they won was filled up and passed around for everyone to take a a sip from, as part of the celebrations. When the cup was nearly empty, they found a set of false teeth sitting in the bottom of it
One of the aul lads propped up at the bar, with a few too many on him, had apparantly let them slip in when taking a sip. Cue half the bar running outside to throw their guts up!0 -
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Slighty off topic, but I remember two occasions were I was actually the cause of someone being creeped out.
Firstly, I was walking home fairly late at night on a road that is usually very busy during the day but was dead at night. It was the middle of winter and the freezing wind was blowing right into me so I had my head tilted down so soften the blow. This meant that I couldn't see what was more than a few feet in front of me. So I came to this big puddle that was covering the entire width of the footpath. It was quite big but I was just about able to clear it with a powerful jump. So I leapt over this puddle at which point I heard a scream and it turned out a girl was walking towards me (who I didn't see because my head was down) and was right in front of me when I jumped. It must of seemed like I was about to attack her. I immediately realised what I did and apologised profusely. Thankfully we both just laughted it off.
Secondly, I saw Mick Lally in a production of The Field in my local theatre one night. When I got home it must of been about 11:45. I then realised I needed to get something from the local 24 shop which was just a 5 minute walk though the estate. So I left my house and started walking up the road. The place was deserted apart from me and an elderly women on the path ahead of me. My normal walking pace was faster than the women's so she started to become closer and closer. When we were about half a block apart she turned and looked at me. She kept walking and about a minute later she turned and looked at me again. Then she started running for dear life towards the main road. She was only running for about 5 seconds when she tripped, fell and rolled off the path into the road. At this point I realised I must of terrified this poor women. I walked over to her and helped her on her feet. I asked if she was OK and she said she was fine. At this point I was at the shop which was actually full of people. I felt awful for inadvertently scarring the hell out of her and I offered to call her a taxi and she could wait in the shop with the other people. She declined and continued walking. I have by no means an intimidating appearence but this women must have felt very vulnerable alone late at night in a deserted estate with a strange man approaching her.
Clearly my purpose in life is to accidently terrify women walking alone at night
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SimonTemplar wrote: »Secondly, I saw Mick Lally in a production of The Field in my local theatre one night. When I got home it must of been about 11:45. I then realised I needed to get something from the local 24 shop which was just a 5 minute walk though the estate. So I left my house and started walking up the road. The place was deserted apart from me and an elderly women on the path ahead of me. My normal walking pace was faster than the women's so she started to become closer and closer. When we were about half a block apart she turned and looked at me. She kept walking and about a minute later she turned and looked at me again. Then she started running for dear life towards the main road. She was only running for about 5 seconds when she tripped, fell and rolled off the path into the road. At this point I realised I must of terrified this poor women. I walked over to her and helped her on her feet. I asked if she was OK and she said she was fine. At this point I was at the shop which was actually full of people. I felt awful for inadvertently scarring the hell out of her and I offered to call her a taxi and she could wait in the shop with the other people. She declined and continued walking. I have by no means an intimidating appearence but this women must have felt very vulnerable alone late at night in a deserted estate with a strange man approaching her.
Clearly my purpose in life is to accidently terrify women walking alone at night
I have to admit I was once walking after a girl in suburbia at night. Once she realised I was following her (not intentionally I must add :P ) I sped up as well until I had to take a turn. I got a giggle out of it but not really a nice thing to do...0 -
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I was walking home one day and there was a young girl in school uniform in front of me. We were on a narrow path and she was walking so slow that i had to slow down to because i couldn't pass her. Anyway. As I neared my street I turned the corner and she was gone. Instead of going in my front door I walked up the alleyway at the back to check the oil tank level. There she was, now running knocking frantically on her back door looking back at me 0
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