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HughJack wrote:

Not "scary" but by a horror writer, my favorites so far are the "The shadow over Insmouth" and "At the mountains of madness" I recommend you read a summary and then the real thing. Also "The thing at the doorstep"


The Shadow over Innsmouth is an especially good one of Lovecraft's. He usually does a good job of capturing the existential horror that made him famous, but Innsmouth has that added element of immediate, physical fear that most of his work doesn't, and it really stands out because of that.
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None are scary. I know supernatural doesn't exist, if it does, everyone would be dying or disappearing.
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"Mujina" from the book Kwaidan" never fails to put a shiver down my spine.




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The French Doors (a horror short found on Youtube) is pretty scary...
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HughJack wrote:

Not "scary" but by a horror writer, my favorites so far are the "The shadow over Insmouth" and "At the mountains of madness" I recommend you read a summary and then the real thing. Also "The thing at the doorstep"


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A few odd things have happened to me as a kid.

1. In Taiwan, we have a home with Japanese-style sliding doors and everything on the second and third floors. There's a kitchen in the second floor as well. It was past midnight when I slid open the door and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I didn't turn on the lights since the moonlight allowed for decent visibility and my eyes were still good back then. After I entered the kitchen and had my water, I noticed there was something like a white smoke swirling around the room. The stove was off and I thought it was a fire at first, so I looked around for the source. My eyes went to the ceiling and it looked like there was a layer of smoke hovering above me. It was very strange, so I turned on the light to get a better look.

The smoke was nowhere in sight when I turned on the light, so I turned it back off. It was gone. I tried to think about what it could have been. It must have been coming from the third floor if it was above me, right? But that wouldn't make any sense. Smoke can't go through solid objects and there was no smell to it. So I looked toward the stairs to the third floor. A white shape was coming down the stairs very slowly. So slowly that I thought it wasn't moving at first. It wasn't a solid shape and it was cloudlike rather than any familiar shape. It was the smoke again. The wisps crept down the stairs along the wall and over the steps. Instead of sticking to the ceiling, it was sticking to the wall and coming back to the kitchen.

I was so horrified I couldn't even scream. I ran back through the sliding doors to the bedroom and closed them behind me. I slept with my dogs and my grandma at the time but they kept sleeping and didn't seem to sense anything wrong. In the morning, I checked the third floor and there was nothing out of the ordinary there.


2. I saw the same smokey thing I described in #1 when I was in the basement of the same house. We had quite a large storage area down there and I was playing with one of my cousins among the mountains of boxes. Near the peak of the highest stack, we saw something like smoke. It coalesced into a blob shape and crept down slowly over the boxes toward us. We freaked out and ran upstairs. That was the last I saw of the smoke-thing.


I've visited the same house I once lived in. Visited a few times, actually. My dad still lives there. My cousins believe it's haunted and, even though I'm not superstitious, the place does have an odd feel to it. Here are some pics of the place.


TV off.

TV is on in the Japanese room. Looks like Ringu.

Pic taken from inside the Ringu room. That tiled area at the far side is the kitchen. And you can see the stairs to the third floor.

Another shot in the Japanese room. Whoever did the repair job used mismatching paper for the screen. The top area still has the original paper.

Night shot.

Creepy stairs from 3rd floor to 4th floor. Super dark. No light is there.

The remains of the shrine we have on the 4th floor. Portrait to the far right is my grandpa.
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A few odd things have happened to me as a kid.

1. In Taiwan, we have a home with Japanese-style sliding doors and everything on the second and third floors. There's a kitchen in the second floor as well. It was past midnight when I slid open the door and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I didn't turn on the lights since the moonlight allowed for decent visibility and my eyes were still good back then. After I entered the kitchen and had my water, I noticed there was something like a white smoke swirling around the room. The stove was off and I thought it was a fire at first, so I looked around for the source. My eyes went to the ceiling and it looked like there was a layer of smoke hovering above me. It was very strange, so I turned on the light to get a better look.

The smoke was nowhere in sight when I turned on the light, so I turned it back off. It was gone. I tried to think about what it could have been. It must have been coming from the third floor if it was above me, right? But that wouldn't make any sense. Smoke can't go through solid objects and there was no smell to it. So I looked toward the stairs to the third floor. A white shape was coming down the stairs very slowly. So slowly that I thought it wasn't moving at first. It wasn't a solid shape and it was cloudlike rather than any familiar shape. It was the smoke again. The wisps crept down the stairs along the wall and over the steps. Instead of sticking to the ceiling, it was sticking to the wall and coming back to the kitchen.

I was so horrified I couldn't even scream. I ran back through the sliding doors to the bedroom and closed them behind me. I slept with my dogs and my grandma at the time but they kept sleeping and didn't seem to sense anything wrong. In the morning, I checked the third floor and there was nothing out of the ordinary there.


2. I saw the same smokey thing I described in #1 when I was in the basement of the same house. We had quite a large storage area down there and I was playing with one of my cousins among the mountains of boxes. Near the peak of the highest stack, we saw something like smoke. It coalesced into a blob shape and crept down slowly over the boxes toward us. We freaked out and ran upstairs. That was the last I saw of the smoke-thing.


I've visited the same house I once lived in. Visited a few times, actually. My dad still lives there. My cousins believe it's haunted and, even though I'm not superstitious, the place does have an odd feel to it. Here are some pics of the place.


TV off.

TV is on in the Japanese room. Looks like Ringu.

Pic taken from inside the Ringu room. That tiled area at the far side is the kitchen. And you can see the stairs to the third floor.

Another shot in the Japanese room. Whoever did the repair job used mismatching paper for the screen. The top area still has the original paper.

Night shot.

Creepy stairs from 3rd floor to 4th floor. Super dark. No light is there.

The remains of the shrine we have on the 4th floor. Portrait to the far right is my grandpa.


That looks like a beautiful place. I could see why it could be possibly haunted. If I were a ghost I'd love to haunt there.

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That looks like a beautiful place. I could see why it could be possibly haunted. If I were a ghost I'd love to haunt there.



It was quite beautiful in the past. But the place has deteriorated ever since I left Taiwan. It used to be much cleaner and less cluttered. If I ever get the money to have my own home, and then some, I'd probably try to build an area that sort of resembles this. That TV room was my bedroom.

The storage rooms are wrecks, the windows are rusted shut, the shrine is a shadow of what it used to be ever since my family became Christian. My dad didn't take very good care of the place.
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ISeaDreamer wrote:

That looks like a beautiful place. I could see why it could be possibly haunted. If I were a ghost I'd love to haunt there.



It was quite beautiful in the past. But the place has deteriorated ever since I left Taiwan. It used to be much cleaner and less cluttered. If I ever get the money to have my own home, and then some, I'd probably try to build an area that sort of resembles this. That TV room was my bedroom.

The storage rooms are wrecks, the windows are rusted shut, the shrine is a shadow of what it used to be ever since my family became Christian. My dad didn't take very good care of the place.


Wowee! Thanks for writing that out and sharing pictures, I'm not terribly into scary stories but I did feel like reading it since you put the effort in. I agree with Sea though, it seemed like a comfortable place to haunt if you were a ghost back then!
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Erisee wrote:

Wowee! Thanks for writing that out and sharing pictures, I'm not terribly into scary stories but I did feel like reading it since you put the effort in. I agree with Sea though, it seemed like a comfortable place to haunt if you were a ghost back then!


Well, it was built during the Japanese occupation of Taiwan so it's a place with a lot of history. We've had it for most of its years. At least 40 years that I'm aware of.

I totally forgot to mention another scary story about the place.

I visited Taiwan about 3-4 years ago for a cousin's wedding. She told me that the reason she moved out was because there was a time that she heard the metal shutters on the first floor opening. She thought her friend had arrived to pick her up to go somewhere. The first floor front area has a metal shutter that basically comes down over the door and you need a remote or a password to open it.

Anyway, she was living in a room on the third floor. She yelled down to her friend that she'd be right down and her friend yelled back "okay!"

On her way down from the third floor, she saw an unfamiliar woman enter the second floor Japanese bedroom (my old bedroom) and slide closed the doors behind her. She assumed it was one of my dad's girlfriends. He always apparently has new girlfriends.

My cousin reached the first floor and it was pitch black. The doors were closed and the shutter was in place. My dad wasn't even home.

She was horrified and went back upstairs to call her friend who was supposed to pick her up. Her friend hadn't arrived yet and said she would be there in a few minutes. My cousin was scared out of her mind by then. She slid open the doors to my old bedroom and there was nobody inside. It was just a black room.

She ran outside to wait for her friend and didn't go back there to sleep that night. There's something about the second floor.
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Oh boy..! I'm not sure I'd have enough courage to leave the room after running back upstairs, much less look into the room where that old lady disappeared into! I can't say I want to believe in the existence of apparitions, but your mind only starts running around the idea once you've experienced something like that.
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uh. i've had two big unexplained things; they happened when i was a toddler.

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it was midnight and i was in bed just staring at the open door frame because i couldn't fall asleep, i suddenly saw a figure slowly and silently hop across. i was sleeping beside my mum and she said it was nothing, i hid underneath my blanket.

2.
it was a particularly early in the morning so the day was gloomy and everyone was still in bed. as a child i liked sitting on the stairs and staring through the gaps of the railing but this time it was a little different. i stared towards the living room from the stairs and i saw a child dancing frantically while staring at the painting we had hanged up on the wall. now that i think about it, the child resembles the child in the painting on the wall.

this picture slightly resembles the large painting we had. the big difference was that in the painting we had, the child seemed like she was staring directly at you when you looked at it.

a lot of things strange things happened when we lived in that house that my siblings could account for their own stories.
we've moved house since then, but the things that happened when we lived there really makes me question certain things.


How come only children can see ghosts?
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Had a few experiences of weirdness in my time. Perhaps the most odd was when my family decided to visit an ancient graveyard in the Cornish moors at night-time (Don't ask why, I don't even to this day) with torches (Flashlights, for you American folk).

The graveyard was quite worn away, to such a point that some tombs (The stone casket kind) had broken on the sides, and you could see quite clearly into the deep hole inside. (Mother still swears she saw a skull, which I don't doubt given the age of the place)

I was about 12-13 at the time, and our mobile phones back then were quite primitive compared to today's standards in terms of connectivity. (Battery life was infinitely better, cough Nokia cough) however, while standing among the graveyard, the signals of our phones would intermittently drop and cut off my mother's calls to her friend.

While initially I was sceptical and put it down to long range from the nearest signal tower, it began to become suspect when our phones started switching off one by one, regardless of remaining battery life. The phones could manually be turned back on, but wouldn't stay on for very long. Eventually the creepiness sunk into even the hardened of my family, my grandparents, and we proceeded to leave the graveyard quickly.

To this day, I'm still not sure what the cause would have been. A common fault between the phones can't be possible as we all had different brands/models (Nokia 3210 here. :D), so my only assumption would be electro-magnetic interference which still wouldn't make sense as this graveyard was in the middle of a moor, with nothing nearby for a good 2-3 miles.

Another experience involves lights switching on and off in a place we stayed at in Cornwall, this old cottage had about 4 bedrooms on the second floor. One room in particular I was originally keen on, as it had a TV, two beds and a Playstation 2. Mum came into the room and asked if I would be taking this room with my younger brother, to which I answered yes.

However, a short while after she left the room and I was alone, a terrible sense of dread came over me as the room felt cold and I quickly retreated back downstairs to be with the rest of my family. I quickly told mum I wanted to switch rooms with her, she accepted albeit while confused since the room was well equipped to accommodate children.

Nights passed and while we were all watching TV downstairs, the landing light upstairs was left on but began to flicker and eventually cut out for about 5 minutes before coming back on. We all watched like statues, none of us willing to check out the upper floor.. My pops (granddad) cracked jokes to scare me even more, and begun to record the occurrences on his video camera.

For the entire week of staying there, it was a stressful time for me despite being a 'holiday', I just wanted to get home as soon as possible.
Looking back on it, I'd have called faulty wiring, as the lighting was halogen on the second floor, which wasn't very common in the early 00's. But the horrible feeling in that one room, I don't know.
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