Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

Lollipops23 · 20-12-2012 12:53PM

Zillah wrote: »

You took pleasure in making a woman feel afraid of you, alone at night, and behaved threateningly to increase her fear.

You're creepy, congratulations. The fact that you didn't attack her doesn't change that.

Agreed. It's scary enough walking around alone after dark, you're not helping matters.

Hope karma finds you.

pitythefool · 20-12-2012 12:55PM

We were staying in Whitney Hall in Toronto Canada, one of the lads woke up a few times with the feeling that he was being choked, he got sick of it and asked to move room, he told him what room he was in and they changed him straight away, no one else was allowed to do that all summer

Pompey Magnus · 20-12-2012 01:06PM

My kinda creepy news from today is that I went for a walk through a disused graveyard this morning and spotted 4 partially exposed bones in the ground, given the location I am guessing there is a good chance they are human...

fasttalkerchat · 20-12-2012 01:24PM

Pompey Magnus wrote: »

My kinda creepy news from today is that I went for a walk through a disused graveyard this morning and spotted 4 partially exposed bones in the ground, given the location I am guessing there is a good chance they are human...

Did you report it??

Pompey Magnus · 20-12-2012 01:28PM

fasttalkerchat wrote: »

Did you report it??

I let the Parish Priest know, hopefully he will know what to do!

BUBBLE WRAP · 20-12-2012 01:29PM

Pompey Magnus wrote: »

My kinda creepy news from today is that I went for a walk through a disused graveyard this morning and spotted 4 partially exposed bones in the ground, given the location I am guessing there is a good chance they are human...

Take one and walk up to some random person on the street and jump in front of them with your knees bent and one eye closed. Then shout "Iv'e a bone to pick with you!" While saving the bone in front of them. :pac:

whatsername42 · 20-12-2012 01:54PM

Hi - really enjoying this thread!!
I had a really freaky experience about ten years ago when I moved to the Channel Islands for a few years to work. I rented a small flat which was in the attic of a house. On my second week there, I woke one night to see a dark figure standing over me - I was terrorised but there was a light with a string to pulll right over my bed so I reached up and switched on the light and as soon as my eyes adjusted, it was gone. I realised that due to the bedroom having a sloping roof which sloped right over my bed, this was giving the appearance of a shadow and the impression that someone was standing over me while I slept. I was fine with this explanation as I'm not really a believer in the supernatural or anything.
Anyway, this same thing happened at least once a week over the space of two years - me waking up, seeing a dark figure standing right over me, panicking in terror and switching on the light over my bed to find nothing there - I actually became used to this and as always assumed it was the image of the sloping roof and my sleepy state that was causing it.
Not long before I was due to leave the channel islands and return to Ireland, my lease on the flat was up and I took a short lease on another place for a week. This was a basement flat and the landlord lived upstairs. On my fiurst night there, I locked the bedroom door and fell asleep. In the night, I woke to see a dark figure standing at the end of my bed, . Instinctively I reached up but realised that the light to the bedroom in the new flat was near the door at the other end of the room and no matter how much my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the figure was still there. I screamed and it began to move slowly towards me. I was convinced that the landlord had somehow managed to get into my bedroom. I jumped out the opposite side of the bed, screaming and crying and dropped on all fours and made my way towards the door begging him not to come any closer. All the while, he styood there, a dark shape...looking at me. I couldn't make out his face - just a dark outline.
I finally reached the door and fumbled for the light switch and switched it on - the figure was not there. The bedroom door was still locked from the inside. And I swear to God, I saw it right up to when I switched on the light.
Needless to say, I stayed awake the rest of that night with the light on and moved into a hotel the following day.
I've never had that experience since I came back to Ireland yet it carried on for two years while I was away....
Was I haunted? Still gives me chills thinking about it.

Irranek · 20-12-2012 02:07PM

When I was a kid my grandfather lived with us and we were great pals. One November night all of his children were called to see him as he was very ill. This meant they brought their own kids and so we kids stayed downstairs to play. As part of the games I went to hide behind the dining room curtains. It was night time and when I looked outside there was a white female figure hovering over the lawn. It had a skeletal face and arms and wild hair and seemed to be moaning or crying (I didn't hear it). It frightened the sh*te out of me so I legged it out of the room and upstairs to my Grandad's room as that's where all the adults were. I burst in to find them gathered around his bed praying and he was taking his last few rasping breaths. Up to this point I had no idea he was dying. He died about 5 minutes later. What was that "thing" in the garden??!?! Was it connected or just the invention of a child's mind?

When I was younger I saw the outline of my granny (she used to sit in a particular chair, kind of hunched over) a few months after her death. I also saw my grandad's outline a few times. I had a couple of very strong feelings of foreboding before other family members died but haven't had such experiences since I've become an adult. Maybe there's something in this idea that kids pick things up.

bodhrandude · 20-12-2012 02:11PM

Irranek wrote: »

When I was a kid my grandfather lived with us and we were great pals. One November night all of his children were called to see him as he was very ill. This meant they brought their own kids and so we kids stayed downstairs to play. As part of the games I went to hide behind the dining room curtains. It was night time and when I looked outside there was a white female figure hovering over the lawn. It had a skeletal face and arms and wild hair and seemed to be moaning or crying (I didn't hear it). It frightened the sh*te out of me so I legged it out of the room and upstairs to my Grandad's room as that's where all the adults were. I burst in to find them gathered around his bed praying and he was taking his last few rasping breaths. Up to this point I had no idea he was dying. He died about 5 minutes later. What was that "thing" in the garden??!?! Was it connected or just the invention of a child's mind?

When I was younger I saw the outline of my granny (she used to sit in a particular chair, kind of hunched over) a few months after her death. I also saw my grandad's outline a few times. I had a couple of very strong feelings of foreboding before other family members died but haven't had such experiences since I've become an adult. Maybe there's something in this idea that kids pick things up.

It sounds like you might have sighted the banshee that warns of an oncoming death in the family.

Irranek · 20-12-2012 02:13PM

Yeah, that did cross my mind. I read that she haunts families with surnames starting with Mc or O and my grandad was a Mc. Hope to never, ever see the likes of it again!!

DipStick McSwindler · 20-12-2012 02:22PM

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ronjo · 20-12-2012 03:17PM

I have 2 stories.

One is a bit long so bear with me.
It was about 20 years ago and a few friends of mine and I decided to make a home made ouija board which I think involved cutting out 26 pieces of paper with the letters of the alphabet and 4 more with Hello, Goodbye, yes and no I think.
There was 5 of us but only 3 would do it and we did the usual "Is anyone there?" After a while the glass moved to yes. To this day everyone still swears they didnt move it but we got freaked immediately (why we were doing it since we panicked so quickly I will never know).

Someone turned the glass back up and but all the paper in it and lit it to burn the paper. It totally flared up and actually left scorch marks on the ceiling.
I then ran to the kitchen and grabbed a wet tea towel and put it on the flames which put it out.

Then we ran outside with the glass to smash it (which in our minds would kill the connection) and my friend threw it up in the air and it just bounced on the concrete road. I threw it against a wall and it eventually smashed.

Now all of this could have been stupid coincidences but I have never ever been so scared as I was going home approx 250m on my own. One of the other guys lived about 3 miles away and refused to go home and stayed the night in our mates house.

Second one was 8 years ago and I was living on my own in a very old flat in the centre of Bratislava. I was only living in the flat about 2 months but the lights in the living room used to turn on every so often at random times in the night. Maybe it was on some sort of timer but I used to talk to the "ghost" to try and befriend it just in case..

Rhys Essien · 20-12-2012 03:20PM

Radio station were talking about ghost stories/afterlife a few years ago.

One woman called in with her story.

Herself and the husband were talking about the afterlife and the husband said to her "When I die,I will mess with the TV to let you know Im still around".

Que a few years later and the husband dies sudden.A few months later the woman was going to bed and presses button to turn off TV,then the TV switches back on of its own accord.It started going haywire.I think she said it was fairly new and nothing happened before or after that night.

She said she knew it was him.

missyb · 20-12-2012 03:24PM

livinsane wrote: »

I posted this in the "flasher" thread the other day but sure here goes. It's not supernatural but creepy all the same.

I was walking home from Cork City to Bishopstown on a Monday night about 12am. I had been at a friend's house watching a dvd, it was a nice night and I had runners on so was looking forward to a nice walk. It's a lit up walk, and generally good few vehicles and people around.

I was walking out Western Road, there were a few people around passing against me. A guy passed me out from behind and walked on, turning down the passage way that leads to the Mardyke Arena area. I noted that he was small enough, black jacket and black trousers.

As I walked past the entrance to the alley, I looked into it and saw him a few feet away facing a tree and furiously **** with a really angry expression on his face, shouting "look at it, look at my cock". I got a fright but just thought "perv", told him to fck off and crossed the street. He shouted "I'll kill you, you bitch" after me. He was foreign, Eastern European sounding.

Now it gets freaky. The whole footpath across the road was dug up and blocked off, so I had to cross back unless I wanted to walk on the road with my back to the traffic. Crossed back diagonally, trying to get ahead as quickly as possible. I kept looking back and could see he had run from the alley out into the main street and was slowly coming after me, still exposed and still with this awful expression on his face. Now there are houses all along that stretch of road with gated entrances and he was slipping in and out of them, trying to stay half concealed. I looked around and there was not another soul on the street, not even a car on the road. Just silence. It was like there was nothing on the earth only him and me. Stubbornly, I would not run, would not scream, I did not want to give him the satisfaction of frightening me. My heart was thumping out of my chest though.

I walked on and kept looking back and forward. I looked back again and he had gone. Stood there for a while, scanning the whole area to make sure that he wasn't hiding anywhere, walked back onto the road to get a better look and was positive that he was gone...somewhere. Kept walking and then it occurred to me that if he slipped down the back road past the Mardyke, he could meet me at the end of the road. So I stood where I was and thank fck the next car to come was a taxi, which I hailed and got home.

To my embarrassment, I never actually reported it to the Gardaí. I was so relieved to get home, that a few weeks actually passed before the thought ever occurred to me. I haven't heard any similar stories thankfully.

That story is scarier than mine but it sent a shiver down my spine because of a similar thing that happened to me. I had gotten off at a bus stop about 10 mins from where I lived at the time, it was night time about 11pm but the street was well lit up. As I was walking I noticed a young man walk past me and turn the corner I paid no heed. A couple of minutes later I heard someone running up behind me as I was walking along a narrow residential street ,I dont know if it was instincts or fear but I threw my back against a wall. It was the same guy that had just passed me, he stopped and said "will you come with me ", I said simply, "no I wont". It was quite obvious to him that I was scared and he didnt flinch an inch. I then saw a woman walking along the street towards us, I shouted at her "can I walk with you?" she immediately started walking towards me and he immediatley sprinted off. I am very grateful to her as she could have easily ignored me. This year when Jill Meagher was sadly murdered, I saw the CCTV footage of her last captured moments on the news. I am not in anyway comparing what happened to me to her tragic case, but I got such a horrible feeling when the footage showed her attacker initially walking past the wedding shop where the CCTV camera was and then doubling back again, it clearly looks like he made the decision to go back and meet Jill. That guy did the same to me, he passed me on the street and then at some point decided he was going to run back and catch up with me.....

dd972 · 20-12-2012 04:12PM

Back in 2002, had a dream about 9/11, woke up looked at the clock radio and lo and behold it was 09:11, true story

FouxDaFaFa · 20-12-2012 04:29PM

ronjo wrote: »

There was 5 of us but only 3 would do it and we did the usual "Is anyone there?" After a while the glass moved to yes. To this day everyone still swears they didnt move it but we got freaked immediately (why we were doing it since we panicked so quickly I will never know).

They're telling the truth. They didn't consciously move it. It's called the Ideometer effect.

ronjo · 20-12-2012 04:38PM

FouxDaFaFa wrote: »

They're telling the truth. They didn't consciously move it. It's called the Ideometer effect.

Quite possibly......... Not sure why there was such a big flame (maybe some alcohol on the paper?) or why the glass didnt smash though.
We were all totally freaked out and I never tried it again..

ItsNoAlias · 20-12-2012 04:42PM

Off topic but funny, I remember a story my nephew came home with from school a few years ago. He was very small and in primary school and out on his lunch.It was one of the "kidnappers in a van are out to get you" scares. A girl from another class was being picked upby her father and was kicking up a stink, roaring crying and screaming her head off. One of the kids screams "Its the kidnapper!" and literally every child in the school yard starts booting it towards this poor guy, throwing stones (bricks really as the area was being "done up" at the time) yelling at him etc.

lukesmom · 20-12-2012 05:07PM

At my brothers (22) wake last year we all stood outside our home waiting on the herse with my brother in it.
Our dog Charlie waited with us. My brother loved Charlie and vice versa. He'd let him sleep in his bedroom.

When the herse pulled up and stopped, Charlie ran over to it, crying and whining like nothing I'd ever heard him do before. We all stood in shock with not only our grief at this sudden death but also at the dogs reaction to the herse. You see he is the most docile, laid back bichon you'd ever meet. Never pays attention to cars but on this occasion it was that he knew exactly who was in the car as he tried to hop up on it and this only ended when a cousin went over to take him away. He literally had been overcome with emotion

BUBBLE WRAP · 20-12-2012 05:10PM

lukesmom wrote: »

At my brothers (22) wake last year we all stood outside our home waiting on the herse with my brother in it.
Our dog Charlie waited with us. My brother loved Charlie and vice versa. He'd let him sleep in his bedroom.

When the herse pulled up and stopped, Charlie ran over to it, crying and whining like nothing I'd ever heard him do before. We all stood in shock with not only our grief at this sudden death but also at the dogs reaction to the herse. You see he is the most docile, laid back bichon you'd ever meet. Never pays attention to cars but on this occasion it was that he knew exactly who was in the car as he tried to hop up on it and this only ended when a cousin went over to take him away. He literally had been overcome with emotion

I am very sorry to here about your bother. But dogs are like that, very intelligent animals.

Aiel · 20-12-2012 05:12PM

I've had a few spiritual experiences happen to me which were very powerful and had a lasting effect but people rarely believe me.Some ppl might call this story creepy.
I was about 16 yrs old in my room very upset at something.I prayed for some peace,any relief,to come to me as i was feeling guilty for something that i wrongly thought was my fault and i was crying floods of tears.As i prayed a strong sense of tiredness came over me and in about a minute i drifted off to sleep even though i had been wide awake before that and had'nt felt tired.I had just looked at my watch before i started to "nod off" and it was 10.28pm.I woke with an incredible sense of peace and refreshment what seemed like hours later but actually only 2 mins had passed.I had looked at my watch again and i was very surprised to see that it was 10.30pm,that only 2mins had passed as i this unreal refreshment in me and a calmness and joy that ive never had since.The feeling of guilt and upset was gone in literally 2 mins and replaced by the extreme opposite.It was like i was floating when i was walking down the stairs to tell my mum what had happened.She seen the look on my face of a beaming smile and a gleemh and she was smiling by what i told her.Thats the summary of the event.As i said you can choose to believe it or not,i know it happened to me and i just tell ppl what happened.If they dont think its true then fair enough,thats their decision so i dont bother tryingto convince people about it.

I can identify with the stories of people in cars trying to offer kids lifts.My friends and i when we were about 10 were playing soccer and this man pulled up and asked did we want some sweets.One of my friends went towards the car and we shouted at him to come back.We looked at the guy in the car and he had his pants down and his hand between his legs inside his boxers.We all ran and our parents came out but he sped away before we got a reg number.That was one of several incidences like that to happen in that area in the months that followed,not sure was the sicko ever caught.Still creeps me out though and makes me shiver.

pablomakaveli · 20-12-2012 05:18PM

livinsane wrote: »

I posted this in the "flasher" thread the other day but sure here goes. It's not supernatural but creepy all the same.

I was walking home from Cork City to Bishopstown on a Monday night about 12am. I had been at a friend's house watching a dvd, it was a nice night and I had runners on so was looking forward to a nice walk. It's a lit up walk, and generally good few vehicles and people around.

I was walking out Western Road, there were a few people around passing against me. A guy passed me out from behind and walked on, turning down the passage way that leads to the Mardyke Arena area. I noted that he was small enough, black jacket and black trousers.

As I walked past the entrance to the alley, I looked into it and saw him a few feet away facing a tree and furiously **** with a really angry expression on his face, shouting "look at it, look at my cock". I got a fright but just thought "perv", told him to fck off and crossed the street. He shouted "I'll kill you, you bitch" after me. He was foreign, Eastern European sounding.

Now it gets freaky. The whole footpath across the road was dug up and blocked off, so I had to cross back unless I wanted to walk on the road with my back to the traffic. Crossed back diagonally, trying to get ahead as quickly as possible. I kept looking back and could see he had run from the alley out into the main street and was slowly coming after me, still exposed and still with this awful expression on his face. Now there are houses all along that stretch of road with gated entrances and he was slipping in and out of them, trying to stay half concealed. I looked around and there was not another soul on the street, not even a car on the road. Just silence. It was like there was nothing on the earth only him and me. Stubbornly, I would not run, would not scream, I did not want to give him the satisfaction of frightening me. My heart was thumping out of my chest though.

I walked on and kept looking back and forward. I looked back again and he had gone. Stood there for a while, scanning the whole area to make sure that he wasn't hiding anywhere, walked back onto the road to get a better look and was positive that he was gone...somewhere. Kept walking and then it occurred to me that if he slipped down the back road past the Mardyke, he could meet me at the end of the road. So I stood where I was and thank fck the next car to come was a taxi, which I hailed and got home.

To my embarrassment, I never actually reported it to the Gardaí. I was so relieved to get home, that a few weeks actually passed before the thought ever occurred to me. I haven't heard any similar stories thankfully.

You should have reported that.

I took a forensic psychology class a couple of years ago and the woman teaching it worked with the gardai in dealing with sex offenders. She told us a story of a guy who had a history of flashing who attempted to grab a young woman. She thankfully escaped but when the gardai apprehended him they found he had a sports bag filled with rope, condoms , vaseline and knives. The psychology teacher told us that even though flashers may seem harmless they should be reported as they sometimes go on to commit more serious sexual offences.

The guy in your story sounds particularly aggressive which is worrying.

Canis Lupus · 20-12-2012 06:24PM

Zillah wrote: »

You took pleasure in making a woman feel afraid of you, alone at night, and behaved threateningly to increase her fear.

You're creepy, congratulations. The fact that you didn't attack her doesn't change that.

She sped up, I sped up. I don't look even a little rapey!

lukesmom · 20-12-2012 06:56PM

Canis Lupus wrote: »

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...

About a month ago I was walking in the dark to my friends apartment and there was a creepy little man walking behind me so close he was almost on top of me. I was sure I was about to be attacked and was terrified. Not a soul in sight until my friend came out to meet me at the gate of the complex. She popped her head out, much to my relief and said wtf???? Who is he? And he walked on. It was extremely creepy

EdenHazard · 20-12-2012 07:06PM

Ohhhh, story I heard. Two lads coming down the road to Shankill near Kiltiernan one dark winter night. As they were driving they looked and seen this 8 foot women walking theatrically down the road, think she was a white figure but can't remember. Neither of them said anything until they turned and looked at each other in disbelief, both had seen this figure. They described the walk as being near comical, taking huge strides and very talk. We ended up walking home from a gaff one night and walked the road, was kinda hoping we'd see something but all we got was 3 pikeys which was scary in itself. They sped off but ended up coming back, we were all armed with weapons ready to defend ourselves.

Canis Lupus · 20-12-2012 07:51PM

lukesmom wrote: »

About a month ago I was walking in the dark to my friends apartment and there was a creepy little man walking behind me so close he was almost on top of me. I was sure I was about to be attacked and was terrified. Not a soul in sight until my friend came out to meet me at the gate of the complex. She popped her head out, much to my relief and said wtf???? Who is he? And he walked on. It was extremely creepy

You should have crossed the road/walked into any house with a light on and knocked on the door.

Larkin00 · 20-12-2012 09:04PM

Absolutley lovin' this thread!

I'm checking back every hour or so to see if anything new has been posted

I'm not much of a believer in the supernatural and all that but I find the creepy near abduction stories very interesting.

Anyway this is a story my grandmother told me about when she was growing up in Limerick in maybe the 50's or 60's
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She was working in a hotel as a cook not far from the family home. She would have been around 16-19 at this time. Anyway she was making the short journey from the hotel back to her home as she had made 100's of times before, 20 mins tops. It was a fairly rural area in the 50's or 60's so it was pitch dark, only the odd light from a house. As she was walking she heard someone run up behind her, he grabbed her and held his hand over her mouth so as she couldn't scream and he kept repeating to her "I have you now, I have you now". Suddenly a car pulled into an entrance not to far ahead and the headlights frightened him off. The weird thing is, this was a small rural community in Limerick and in those days cars were not as common as nowadays as we know, one might pass through the area every week or so. Also being a small community everyone knew everyone and very few outsiders would ever be seen, especially at that time of night.

It might just be coincidental that the car pulled in, but at that time of night? And nobody in the area owned a car.

None the less it's a frightening enough story considering the time and place. Fortunately she lives on tell the tale

Moll'll fix it · 20-12-2012 09:16PM

My mother has passed away now but when she was going to school during the 1930s, she used to walk home along with some other children. One day she was dallying behind the others when a man on a bicycle pulled up beside her and asked her if she would like some sweets. They were standing on a bridge over a dried-up river at this stage and he told her if she wanted the sweets she could have to come down under the bridge with him, which she did. When they went down, he began removing her underwear when suddenly a local farmer working in a field nearby thought that this didn't look right, came over and ran him out of the place, comforted my mother and told her to run along home while he watched that she got to her house safely.
And who was the paedophile? It was the school inspector. He had been at their school that day and was making his way to another town to stay the night and visit another school the next day. My mother never told her parents, as her father had a short fuse and would probably have gone after him and killed him. And god knows how many children, before and after that event, whose lives were ruined because of this man.

MrStuffins · 20-12-2012 09:35PM

Duberlin Chick wrote: »

Well this was just a unnerving..... Was in college and living in digs on campus. One night I decided to stay in but offered to give the others a lift to the pub. On the way home I had a cigarette and the top fell off it and I was stamping around to put it out but appeared all fine. I parked up in the college car park and headed in to bed. All night i lay awake with this stupid thought that after I left my car would go up in flames and that the cars on either side of mine would be destroyed because of me. Irrational I know. I imagined that an announcement came over the colleges intercom thingy asking the owners of the cars, including me, to attend he scene of the fire.... Ridiculous!

Anyways the next morning I was getting dressed and over the intercom thingy came the caretaker reading out the reg plates of about 6 cars in the car park and could the owners report to his office. My car was one of them. My heart EXPLODED! I ran all the way there. Turns out all of the cars called out were broken into overnight. Never was I soooo relieved to have my car broken into (knew there was nowt in it anyways) I just thought it was pretty freaky!!!

THis story came back to me after reading this one. Don't know whether it's suitable for the thread but it's kinda like this one:

So, back when I was in my late teens, we used to go to a nightclub in Dublin where all the cool cats hung out (that's why I hung out there :cool: )

Anyway, I was a young looking chap so I had to always bring ID. One Friday night we were in said nightclub and i'd brought my passport with me as ID.

When I got home I realised that I had lost my passport! Rats!

Anyway, the next night I returned to the same nightclub for a friend's birthday and explained to the doorstaff that the reason I had no ID was because i'd lost my passport on the premises. They decided in the end to let me in. First thing I did (after getting a pint) was ask management had my passport turned up. He said he didn't know, but if it turned up they'd try get it back to me.

So, later that night an announcement comes over the PA. Let's imagine for a second my real mane is John Jackson:

"Could a 'John Jackson' please come to the DJ box, we have found your Passport"

Excellent, though me, Mr.John Jackson!

So I go to the DJ box in this dark nightclub, the DJ says "Are you John Jackson?"

-"I sure am"

"and what's your DOB?"

-"It's xx/xx/xx

and he gives me the passport.

I stick it in my jacket pocket so i don't lose it again and continue with my night!

When I wake up the next day I take it out and check to see if there's any damage. I check the name, it's my name.

I check the DOB, it's my DOB.

Then I check out the picture........... it's not me! Some ginger dude who looks NOTHING like me.

I returned to the nightclub and explained and it turned out the exact same thing had happened to the other John Jackson and he had returned mine that same day.

Weird huh?

Doom · 20-12-2012 10:41PM

A couple of years ago, a man stopped his car beside me and asked me if I would come in his car for some sweets, I told I'd come in his mouth if he came me the packet

True story...

Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

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