Okay, this might sound stupid to some of you, but last night, I went to “el banyo” (the bathroom), and happened to look down at the latch on my Deering banjo case. Never should have looked.
The light from the nightlight in the living room, fell on the latch in such a way, that it seemed horrifyingly like a little hideous gargoyle or goblin.
I must say it gave me quite a scare.
One other time, my dad brought home an old clay head artwork that my aunt had made years ago.
I freaked out when I caught a glimpse of it, sitting upright, on a chair.
Scared me really badly.
Then there was the “ghost in the attic” which was really just a red towel hanging on a rafter just above our attic fan at the place in Kansas.
The “ghost” has since been removed.
Anyone else have scary stories?
Scare (I mean share!) them below!
Edited by - okbluegrassbanjopicker on 01/22/2021 16:31:30
If my story began with
"It was a DARK and STORMY Daniels", we'd be in for a POLITICAL lock.
But, in reality, it was a pile of bedding, so casually folded that, by a trick of the light, it gave the APPEARANCE of the profile of the head of a snarling hound.
I was young and easily frightened.
Now, I'm only scared by financial mathematics, and women who demand romantic commitment.
I am so glad to hear that someone else is resigned to playing in the bathroom. I have to play in the “Tinkle Room” or sometimes refers to as the “Down the Drain” recording studio????
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Originally posted by mike gregoryIf my story began with
"It was a DARK and STORMY Daniels", we'd be in for a POLITICAL lock.
But, in reality, it was a pile of bedding, so casually folded that, by a trick of the light, it gave the APPEARANCE of the profile of the head of a snarling hound.
I was young and easily frightened.
Now, I'm only scared by financial mathematics, and women who demand romantic commitment.
That made me laugh way more than it should.
I’m an early riser so my scary moment Cane at about 4:00 AM while I was walking my dog. There usually aren’t other folks out and about in these early morning jaunts. I was cutting across a field in a local park when I was startled by someone cutting across at my pace and angled to intercept me. My heart rate must have hit 180 as the adrenaline surged through me.
A moment later I realized the figure was my shadow cast by a nearby street lamp. I guess you can say that I am afraid of my own shadow.
When I was young and had my first apartment, I awoke one night and saw a person standing by my dresser. Scared me silly. The person didn't move or come near me or say anything. I finally got the nerve to turn on the bedroom lamp and........ it was my wig sitting on the dresser, just a head and a wig, nothing scary at all.
It's amazing what the mind can think in the middle of the night. I laugh about it now, but then it was really frightening.
One movie I never should have tried to watch, was Vincent Price’s “House on Haunted Hill.”
That movie gave me some pretty bad nightmares.
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Originally posted by Dai EvansI am so glad to hear that someone else is resigned to playing in the bathroom. I have to play in the “Tinkle Room” or sometimes refers to as the “Down the Drain” recording studio????
I used to practice in front of a large mirror but my wife kept chasing me out of the bathroom.
I once read about a guy who took his Deering banjo into the bath room and got scared by thought of what he intended to do with the banjo in there...
I once was scared a lot by seeing something that actually was there but shouldn't have been. My girlfriend and I came back to our appartment to find it smell of tabacco. None of us smoked. We look around scared but didn't find anything unusual. Some time later my girlfriend went to the loo. When she was finished and had flushed the toilet, she turned around to close the lid and found a cigarette butt floating in the toilet. Now we were really shocked. We then also noticed a burnt spot in the bathroom rug which we thought a cigarette had burned into the rug. Since there was no butt next to the spot, we concluded the spot may have been caused by a filterless cigarette. Had two smokers invaded our flat? Nothing was missing but we didn't own much anyway. We called the police and the landlady who swore she hadn't been in the flat. The door had massive locks and showed no stains of abuse. The house had a concierge so it wasn't even easy to get into it. Our front windows where on the 2nd floor and the back windows led to a small patio and were barred. We didn't sleep well that night.
The only plausible explanation we found was that a neighbour from above had thrown a burning cigarette butt out of his window which then hit a laundry rack installed outside and above our bathroom window. The butt had split apart and fallen into the open toilet bowl while the hot tip of the cigarette had fallen on our rug.
The moment I saw the cigarette butt floating in the toilet is burnt into my memory. I figure I must have looked like the protagonist in a horror movie: eyes wide open, motionless, speechless.
When I was about 13 I watched on TV a movie called “The Innocents” with Deborah Kerr. It was a ghost movie with no blood, no violence, but still a very creepy movie that scared me to death. I couldn’t sleep soundly for a week. I’m 66 now and to this day I refuse to watch that movie. And yet I can easily watch a contemporary slice ‘em and dice ‘em movie (you know the type; something like Friday the13th Part 18–Jason Applies for Medicare), and with all of their blood and gore, those movies don’t phase me in the least. I guess because they’re, well, pretty hilarious.
Gerry, I completely sympathize.
I will NEVER be made to watch “House on Haunted Hill” ever again.
I never actually watched all of it, mainly because it was just too scary to endure.
I had some pretty bad dreams because of it.
