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CLASSIC: What's the spookiest / wierdest / most chilling thing that's ever happened to you?

Not mine but the aul lads.

He used to work in a hotel in the west of Ireland in the early 70's with a load of lads from Dublin and they all lived together in a cottage close enough to the hotel. Anyway one night they were sitting in the kitchen playin cards after work and all of a sudden the back door just flew open, no wind, no nothing, no reason for it. Next morning they find out that one of the lads, his mum had died at about the same time as the door flew open. He is a massive sceptic of all things like this, me too, but can't explain that one away at all.... anyway, great thread, freakin meself up no end reading it
 
Morden said:
Rent-a-ghost? Why not just call Ghostbusters. If they could get Marshmellow Man, i'm sure they could get a few rats.
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Because Timothy Claypole does a splendid job for a lot less money & half the fuss. ;)
 
stratabacca said:
Had a similar type of experience,i was working in an old mill in 1987 on the night shift in the middle of summer,it had been a boiling hot day and was warm inside the mill so me and a work colleague went onto the fire escape at 2 am to have our 30 minute break,we were on the third floor,there was the mill yard in front of us and about 200 yds away the fence then tree`s behind it,hovering above the tree`s was an orange glowing ball about the size if a football,as soon as i had spotted it,it shot up into the air at an incredible speed and left a faint tracer for a few milliseconds,i turned to my colleague and asked him if he saw it,and he said ,"he had",we both said ,"weird or what",and never really spoke of it again,i have since discussed this incident with other people over the last few months and a lot of other people have had similar type of experiences but no-one has ever come up with a satisfactory explanation,my own thought`s are some kind of static electrical discharge in the air but what exactly i do not know.
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My sensible head says exactly that. It was some sort of electrical thing.
 
One more...

Not particularly scary, but a bit weird this one.

Between being 18 - 21 I went out with a girl who lived a couple of miles away from my folks' house. I'd usually walk to/from her house and could take one of two ways. Either along a main road or take the "scenic" route, along a semi-rural road that went through a bit of farmland before joining a main road.

One summer's evening when I was about 19, I took the latter route and was just near the end of the countryside stretch when I noticed a bloke walking towards me pushing an old fashioned wooden wheelbarrow. He was looking at me a bit strangely, something I was a bit used to as I had longish hair at the time but as I got closer I noticed he was wearing plus-fours and other strangely out-of-date clothes. We both kind of looked each other up and down as we passed one another before I turned round to carry on. Next thing, two women wearing what I can only describe as "Edwardian" dresses walked past me too, again looking at me like I was some kind of freak.

I walked a couple more steps thinking this was all a bit odd before turning round to see...that they had completely vanished!

There was nowhere they could have gone - the only house was a farm about a hundred metres or so back along the road - and it was unlikely that they'd jumped into a nearby field. I tried to justify the incident to myself thinking they could have been going to a fancy dress party, which to me has to be more plausible than the alternative...which was that I'd walked past some people from another time who regarded me as strangely as I had them!

There is a bit of an interesting postscript to this.

Before me and the missus emigrated we started watching a load of old VHS tapes that we were going to have to leave behind. One of these was Disney's version of The Jungle Book. (No laughing at the back there!)

The next night we went to my parent's house for tea and afterwards I took their dag out for a walk. I happened to go along the road where the above had happened and as I got to exactly the same place I saw the Edwardian gardener, my mum's dag dragged me over to the grass verge to have a piss. As he's rooting around in the grass trying to find his spot, I noticed a book hidden in the long grass...


...Rudyard Kipling's "The Jungle Book".
 
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Ben said:
I used to live just next to crumpsall hospital where there is a mental ward too. You'd see a lot of the odd balls walking about near the park a lot and there was this one old guy about 65-75 who started turning up at the house just standing outside the front gate looking at the house. I was only about 9 or 10 maybe and one evening i was lay on the couch snoozing in the front room.

I opened my eyes and he was stood in the room just looking really baffled and distraught even.
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was he pulling up his trousers when you woke up? :eek:
 
I'm writing this from my friends computer, i haven't been back to my house since about 6 o' clock this evening because of what i experienced last night.

Last night i was in bed drifting off when all of a sudden i heard a little girl giggling. It was coming from under my bed. I opened my eyes in shock then immediately closed them as i was shitting myself. The giggling carried on for about 5 minutess, this whole time i kept my eyes shut thinking to myself if i pretend to be asleep it'll go away, but i was far from tired, i was terrified.

After about 5 minutes, i started thinking that maybe this was someone playing a joke on me and that maybe someone's put a contraption under my bed that was playing this sound, but that's when it got much worse.

The giggling slowly started turning into more of a cackle like an old witch from a film. I thought i was going to have a heart attack. I was frozen stiff at this point. Then all of a sudden i heard movement. I could hear something coming out from under my bed right beneath my head. Something was coming up towards my head. I was shivering now. Then all of a sudden my pillow was pulled really hard from under my head. I just shouted as loud as i could and ran for the door.

I got out and ran downstairs and out into my front garden. I was at my wits end. It was freezing but i couldn't go back in the house for a while until i got so cold i had to go in and get a coat. It was hanging on the wall just by the front door. I tried to get it as fast as i could but i was shaking with the cold and with fear. I fumbled getting it off the hook and it seemed like about a minute trying to get it all the time standing at the bottom of the stairs not daring to look up because i didn't want to see something standing there at the top of the stairs.

I was eventually back outside and in my garden. I never saw or heard anything while i was inside. I just sat near my hedge with my legs tucked into my coat and stayed awake until it got light. I phoned a friend of mine who lives around the corner who i knew would be up for work at this hour. I told him what had happened and he let me sleep on his couch as he was at work, i didn't get much sleep however.

When he came back from work, he said he'd let me stay at his for a while and he agreed to come with me to my house and get some things. When we got to my house and into my bedroom i saw that the pillow was under my bed. My friend looked kind of scared aswell at this stage, he said that he believed me anyway. I quickly got some things and we left my house which i don't think i want to go back to for a while. I'm writing this now still trying to come to terms with what i experienced last night.
 
One fateful morning in December that would basically lay the foundations for the rest of my life.

It was a cold morning in 1994 and i woke up to discover that my hands were almost blue with the cold. I went downstairs and discovered my mum making eggs and bacon for breakfast. I sat at the table and waited for them to finish cooking.

As I was sat there eating my bacon and egg sandwiches, there was three loud knocks on our front door. These werent just normal knocks they were exageratted and louder than anything normal.

I approached the door slowly and at the door was a man I had never seen before. He wore a long black coat and had a black carrier bag held in his right hand. He had a long dark beard and long dark hair.

At this stage, I was masturbating furiously infront of the dark stranger and was throwing pencils at his forehead.

The man then pulled out a knife and proceeded to chase me into the house, wielding the knife in the air as we both ran into the kitchen. My dag was barking possesively and licking my testicles like there was no tommorow.

The event was over as quickly as it began. I looked frantically for a sharp weapon to protect myself, but could only find a piece of paper. As the man stood there, stabbing me repeatedly in the eyes and hips, I tried to give him numerous paper cuts, but to no avail.

Lying on the floor, still masturbating and bleeding excessively, I couldnt do anything as the mysterious man did a slightly runny poo on the floor and left the house at walking pace.

It was over.
 
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macrae said:
a girl (karen) i know was driving through salford with her 2 kids, when they stopped at a pelican crossing, the woman who was using the crossing had 2 kids with her.
karens youngest who was 4, said 'theres me other mam with john and billy'
when questioned he said he used to live at an address in salford with them, before he had an accident and came to live with karens familly.
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my daughter freaked me out when she was 2 a bit like that.

basically told me about her past life and how she'd died.

for a 2 year old to go into as much detail as she did was fucking freaky.:eek:
 
Pol Pot said:
I watched a film years ago when I was about 10, about these 3 blokes looking after this baby, I can't remember what it was called? Anyway, I was sat there watching it when there appeared to be a ghostly figure of a boy in one of the windows in the scene. I re-wound it and there it was again, a ghost. It still shits me up to this day. Has anybody else had a similar experience?
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havnt read the whole thread yet, but if no one has mentioned it, it was three men and a baby.

wasnt the "ghost" just a cardboard cut out?
 
Tommo27 - whooooooooshhhhhhh!

Anyway

my mum is superstitious and if a bird flies into the house, she believes its a sign of an impending death

twice its happened in my life, in my folks house the same day my Grandad passed way and in my house the same day my missus gran passed away

Not exactly spooky, my mum just says that's another one of the family gone
 
tommo27 said:
havnt read the whole thread yet, but if no one has mentioned it, it was three men and a baby.

wasnt the "ghost" just a cardboard cut out?
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What, it was the ghost of a cardboard cut out?
 
Sorry to bring things back to United

On Saturday 6th of February 1988 United played Coventry City at Old Trafford in a League Division 1 Game.

Before the game a 2 minutes silence was impeccably observed by both the United faithful and the visiting Sky Blue supporters.

The game kicked off on time at 3pm

United won the game 1-0

the Goal was Scored by Liam O'Brien who was a 2nd cousin of Liam 'Billy' Whelan

The time the Goal was scored 3:04pm

That my friends is all factual.
 
Uncle_Albert said:
On Saturday 6th of February 1988 United played Coventry City at Old Trafford in a League Division 1 Game.

Before the game a 2 minutes silence was impeccably observed by both the United faithful and the visiting Sky Blue supporters.

The game kicked off on time at 3pm

United won the game 1-0

the Goal was Scored by Liam O'Brien who was a 2nd cousin of Liam 'Billy' Whelan

The time the Goal was scored 3:04pm

That my friends is all factual.
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Ive always found that a bit weird

shame our shower of prima donnas couldnt do similar on the 50th
 
Anyone got any links to any decent ghost/paranormal related websites?
 
My Dad's mum passed away in 1995. They were very close and he was grief stricken for weeks afterwards. 2-3 months after she passed, Dad was driving into work and he began to think about his departed mother. Almost instantly he heard her voice in the car and her unique laugh....nearly crashed the thing he did! :eek:

Turns out that an Irish bank she had been a regular saver with for donkeys years asked her to vox pop a radio ad for them. She agreed but never told her family. That morning driving into work was the first time my old man heard that radio ad....eerie.
 
PaulMcGrathsDodgyKnees said:
My Dad's mum passed away in 1995. They were very close and he was grief stricken for weeks afterwards. 2-3 months after she passed, Dad was driving into work and he began to think about his departed mother. Almost instantly he heard her voice in the car and her unique laugh....nearly crashed the thing he did! :eek:

Turns out that an Irish bank she had been a regular saver with for donkeys years asked her to vox pop a radio ad for them. She agreed but never told her family. That morning driving into work was the first time my old man heard that radio ad....eerie.
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where is the 'eerie' bit?
 
:rolleyes: He started thinking about his dead mother and seconds later her voice came on the radio. That not eerie to you?
 
Keep em coming lads, giving us all a laugh here.
 
The girlfriend told me a good one a while back that she heard off a workmate.

Apparently her mate at work knows a family with a young child, about a year-18 months old. Anyway one evening the parents go out for the evening leaving their young one in the hands of the trusted local babysitter. Before they leave the mother had gotten the kid off to sleep so all that was left for the baby sitter to do was keep a listen out for the baby and look after the house while their out.

Shortly after they leave the kid starts crying so the babysitter goes up stairs calms her down and gets her off to sleep again. All's well for a while until the baby starts crying again, again the babysitter goes up stairs and gets her back to sleep. This time no sooner has she got down the stairs the baby starts crying again. Feeling a bit out of her depth the babysitter calls the parents to let them know the baby won't settle. In conversation with the mother she remembers breifly seeing a life size clown in the corner of the room, a bit spooky looking and thinks it might be upsetting the baby. She tells the mother this and after a deathly pause the mother tells the baby sitter they do not own a toy clown.

Anyway the sitter ran back to the room grabbed the baby and ran striaght out the house to a neighbours. They call the police who came round and find some nut, who had recently escaped from a mental house, sitting in the baby's room dressed as a clown.
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rt60 said:
The girlfriend told me a good one a while back that she heard off a workmate.

Apparently her mate at work knows a family with a young child, about a year-18 months old. Anyway one evening the parents go out for the evening leaving their young one in the hands of the trusted local babysitter. Before they leave the mother had gotten the kid off to sleep so all that was left for the baby sitter to do was keep a listen out for the baby and look after the house while their out.

Shortly after they leave the kid starts crying so the babysitter goes up stairs calms her down and gets her off to sleep again. All's well for a while until the baby starts crying again, again the babysitter goes up stairs and gets her back to sleep. This time no sooner has she got down the stairs the baby starts crying again. Feeling a bit out of her depth the babysitter calls the parents to let them know the baby won't settle. In conversation with the mother she remembers breifly seeing a life size clown in the corner of the room, a bit spooky looking and thinks it might be upsetting the baby. She tells the mother this and after a deathly pause the mother tells the baby sitter they do not own a toy clown.

Anyway the sitter ran back to the room grabbed the baby and ran striaght out the house to a neighbours. They call the police who came round and find some nut, who had recently escaped from a mental house, sitting in the baby's room dressed as a clown.
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WHAT...THE...FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!:eek: :eek: :eek:
 
rt60 said:
The girlfriend told me a good one a while back that she heard off a workmate.

Apparently her mate at work knows a family with a young child, about a year-18 months old. Anyway one evening the parents go out for the evening leaving their young one in the hands of the trusted local babysitter. Before they leave the mother had gotten the kid off to sleep so all that was left for the baby sitter to do was keep a listen out for the baby and look after the house while their out.

Shortly after they leave the kid starts crying so the babysitter goes up stairs calms her down and gets her off to sleep again. All's well for a while until the baby starts crying again, again the babysitter goes up stairs and gets her back to sleep. This time no sooner has she got down the stairs the baby starts crying again. Feeling a bit out of her depth the babysitter calls the parents to let them know the baby won't settle. In conversation with the mother she remembers breifly seeing a life size clown in the corner of the room, a bit spooky looking and thinks it might be upsetting the baby. She tells the mother this and after a deathly pause the mother tells the baby sitter they do not own a toy clown.

Anyway the sitter ran back to the room grabbed the baby and ran striaght out the house to a neighbours. They call the police who came round and find some nut, who had recently escaped from a mental house, sitting in the baby's room dressed as a clown.
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Upon investigation...your girlfriend deserves bad rep...:rolleyes:

http://www.snopes.com/horrors/madmen/statue.asp
 
rt60 said:
The girlfriend told me a good one a while back that she heard off a workmate.

Apparently her mate at work knows a family with a young child, about a year-18 months old. Anyway one evening the parents go out for the evening leaving their young one in the hands of the trusted local babysitter. Before they leave the mother had gotten the kid off to sleep so all that was left for the baby sitter to do was keep a listen out for the baby and look after the house while their out.

Shortly after they leave the kid starts crying so the babysitter goes up stairs calms her down and gets her off to sleep again. All's well for a while until the baby starts crying again, again the babysitter goes up stairs and gets her back to sleep. This time no sooner has she got down the stairs the baby starts crying again. Feeling a bit out of her depth the babysitter calls the parents to let them know the baby won't settle. In conversation with the mother she remembers breifly seeing a life size clown in the corner of the room, a bit spooky looking and thinks it might be upsetting the baby. She tells the mother this and after a deathly pause the mother tells the baby sitter they do not own a toy clown.

Anyway the sitter ran back to the room grabbed the baby and ran striaght out the house to a neighbours. They call the police who came round and find some nut, who had recently escaped from a mental house, sitting in the baby's room dressed as a clown.
:eek:
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Pardon my french, but that is complete and utter urban myth bollocks.
 
PaulMcGrathsDodgyKnees said:
My Dad's mum passed away in 1995. They were very close and he was grief stricken for weeks afterwards. 2-3 months after she passed, Dad was driving into work and he began to think about his departed mother. Almost instantly he heard her voice in the car and her unique laugh....nearly crashed the thing he did! :eek:

Turns out that an Irish bank she had been a regular saver with for donkeys years asked her to vox pop a radio ad for them. She agreed but never told her family. That morning driving into work was the first time my old man heard that radio ad....eerie.
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Just reminded me of something similar that happened to me. Years ago, I used to work for a company who were headquarted in Chiswick (if anybody knows Chiswick - it's the nice shiny industrial park opposite the tube station - Gunnersbury I think?). Anyway, I knew I was getting made redundant so they dragged me down to Chiswick on a Friday so they can do the deed.

Sure enough, I get there, sit through all the BS pleasantries and they get laid off. So I head straight back to Heathrow to catch my flight back to Manchester. As per usual, BA flights are seriously delayed. I get home really late, knackered and just wanting to forget about my day.

Decide to see what's on the TV. All I can find is an episode of Coupling and thought that's usually good for a laugh. Now this is the weird bit. Two minutes in, they cut to a scene which appears to me to be shot from exactly the same spot I was sat earlier in the day when I got made redundant.

I can't believe what I'm seeing. I'm thinking that god is really fucking with me here but sure enough, it was the same damn spot, or looked it to me. Anyway, I tell somebody at work about it next week and they told me that a TV production company is based on the floor above. I looked into it and sure enough, they made Coupling, so they must have used their own office to shoot this particular scene!! So it was exactly the same spot, just in the next floor up. Amazing and sucky coincidence, although I can laugh about it now :)
 
parkjisung said:
Read one somewhere about a babysitter who took some acid and accidently cooked the baby in the oven.

Not sure if it's true or not.
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have you no home to go to? ;)

the only one i can offer, is 4 years ago. was watching tv, and for no reason a plate broke in the kitchen, it just exploded. there were bits up high where they were stored and on the floor.

somebody said that glass can do that, but i didnt know it that night!
 
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rt60 said:
The girlfriend told me a good one a while back that she heard off a workmate.

Apparently her mate at work knows a family with a young child, about a year-18 months old. Anyway one evening the parents go out for the evening leaving their young one in the hands of the trusted local babysitter. Before they leave the mother had gotten the kid off to sleep so all that was left for the baby sitter to do was keep a listen out for the baby and look after the house while their out.

Shortly after they leave the kid starts crying so the babysitter goes up stairs calms her down and gets her off to sleep again. All's well for a while until the baby starts crying again, again the babysitter goes up stairs and gets her back to sleep. This time no sooner has she got down the stairs the baby starts crying again. Feeling a bit out of her depth the babysitter calls the parents to let them know the baby won't settle. In conversation with the mother she remembers breifly seeing a life size clown in the corner of the room, a bit spooky looking and thinks it might be upsetting the baby. She tells the mother this and after a deathly pause the mother tells the baby sitter they do not own a toy clown.

Anyway the sitter ran back to the room grabbed the baby and ran striaght out the house to a neighbours. They call the police who came round and find some nut, who had recently escaped from a mental house, sitting in the baby's room dressed as a clown.
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I started reading that and thought of my next post....which happened to be EXACTLY THE SAME FUCKING STORY. But involving my brother's mate. I believed him aswell :(
 
rt60 said:
The girlfriend told me a good one a while back that she heard off a workmate.

Apparently her mate at work knows a family with a young child, about a year-18 months old. Anyway one evening the parents go out for the evening leaving their young one in the hands of the trusted local babysitter. Before they leave the mother had gotten the kid off to sleep so all that was left for the baby sitter to do was keep a listen out for the baby and look after the house while their out.

Shortly after they leave the kid starts crying so the babysitter goes up stairs calms her down and gets her off to sleep again. All's well for a while until the baby starts crying again, again the babysitter goes up stairs and gets her back to sleep. This time no sooner has she got down the stairs the baby starts crying again. Feeling a bit out of her depth the babysitter calls the parents to let them know the baby won't settle. In conversation with the mother she remembers breifly seeing a life size clown in the corner of the room, a bit spooky looking and thinks it might be upsetting the baby. She tells the mother this and after a deathly pause the mother tells the baby sitter they do not own a toy clown.

Anyway the sitter ran back to the room grabbed the baby and ran striaght out the house to a neighbours. They call the police who came round and find some nut, who had recently escaped from a mental house, sitting in the baby's room dressed as a clown.
:eek:
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i heard that off a friend in college earlier this year
 
parkjisung said:
Read one somewhere about a babysitter who took some acid and accidently cooked the baby in the oven.

Not sure if it's true or not.
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She put it in for too long, hadn't realised it was already defrosted.
 
Chief said:
One fateful morning in December that would basically lay the foundations for the rest of my life.

It was a cold morning in 1994 and i woke up to discover that my hands were almost blue with the cold. I went downstairs and discovered my mum making eggs and bacon for breakfast. I sat at the table and waited for them to finish cooking.

As I was sat there eating my bacon and egg sandwiches, there was three loud knocks on our front door. These werent just normal knocks they were exageratted and louder than anything normal.

I approached the door slowly and at the door was a man I had never seen before. He wore a long black coat and had a black carrier bag held in his right hand. He had a long dark beard and long dark hair.

At this stage, I was masturbating furiously infront of the dark stranger and was throwing pencils at his forehead.

The man then pulled out a knife and proceeded to chase me into the house, wielding the knife in the air as we both ran into the kitchen. My dag was barking possesively and licking my testicles like there was no tommorow.

The event was over as quickly as it began. I looked frantically for a sharp weapon to protect myself, but could only find a piece of paper. As the man stood there, stabbing me repeatedly in the eyes and hips, I tried to give him numerous paper cuts, but to no avail.

Lying on the floor, still masturbating and bleeding excessively, I couldnt do anything as the mysterious man did a slightly runny poo on the floor and left the house at walking pace.

It was over.
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Thanks tommo.
 
bttt
 
Originally Posted by SAR
When I was about 14, whenever my dad was away on business and never when he was home, there was someone sneaking about outside our house....anyway, one night my mum said she was going upstairs for a bath, I went upstairs and the bathroom window was steamed up. Through the steam I could make out a ghostly beast, all deformed like it had two backs or something. It kept groaning "oooh, aaah, aw yesss!" It was like something from a horror film...

He was later caught by my dad and given a right hiding.......
 
bttt more of the same
 
Stayed over at a mate's house, all the beds were full so me and one of my mates slept downstairs in the lounge.
I was up early and switched on the Rememberance Day service on BBC. Mate was fast asleep as usually being the lazy bastard he is and snoring away. It was getting near to 11 and i was going to tell him to stop snoring before the silence. Anyway, it came to the silence and he stopped snoring bang on 11, but was still asleep. Obviously a subconcious thing, but i thought that was quite nice!
 
rt60 said:
The girlfriend told me a good one a while back that she heard off a workmate.

Apparently her mate at work knows a family with a young child, about a year-18 months old. Anyway one evening the parents go out for the evening leaving their young one in the hands of the trusted local babysitter. Before they leave the mother had gotten the kid off to sleep so all that was left for the baby sitter to do was keep a listen out for the baby and look after the house while their out.

Shortly after they leave the kid starts crying so the babysitter goes up stairs calms her down and gets her off to sleep again. All's well for a while until the baby starts crying again, again the babysitter goes up stairs and gets her back to sleep. This time no sooner has she got down the stairs the baby starts crying again. Feeling a bit out of her depth the babysitter calls the parents to let them know the baby won't settle. In conversation with the mother she remembers breifly seeing a life size clown in the corner of the room, a bit spooky looking and thinks it might be upsetting the baby. She tells the mother this and after a deathly pause the mother tells the baby sitter they do not own a toy clown.

Anyway the sitter ran back to the room grabbed the baby and ran striaght out the house to a neighbours. They call the police who came round and find some nut, who had recently escaped from a mental house, sitting in the baby's room dressed as a clown.
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THAT is fucked up.

i wont sleep for days now.
 
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