Creepy!
Smash Monkey asks: "what's the creepiest thing you've seen, heard or felt? What has sent shivers running up your spine and skidmarks running up your undercrackers? Tell us, we'll make it all better"
( , Thu 7 Apr 2011, 13:57)
Smash Monkey asks: "what's the creepiest thing you've seen, heard or felt? What has sent shivers running up your spine and skidmarks running up your undercrackers? Tell us, we'll make it all better"
( , Thu 7 Apr 2011, 13:57)
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Creepy Kitty
The house I grew up in was really lovely old Victorian semi (fnar!). It was a gorgeous house but could be exceptionally creepy. On an evening the floorboards would relax so it would sound like someone was walking around upstairs, even if there was no one else in the house. We had huge bay windows overlooking the garden so as soon as it got dark you had to shut the curtains otherwise it just felt like you were in a fishbowl for all the monsters in the garden to look at.. Apparently we even had a ghost but my mother chose not to tell anyone about the little girl who had died of meningitis in the house in the 1970’s until the ghost decided to attack my brother ( I’ll save that for another QOTW).
One night I’m enjoying a bit of home alone time. I must have been about 12 or 13, my parents had gone out for the evening, my brother was at work so I’m making the most of my time by slobbing on the sofa and watching something inappropriate on TV. My old cat was curled up sound asleep on my lap, deeply relaxed.
All of a sudden he looks up and stares at a spot about a foot above my head behind me, his heckles up and his pupils massive (Anyone who has cats knows the look, it means they are terrified or about to rip your throat out). The sofa wasn’t up against a wall but kind of in the middle of the room so it was quite plausible that there could be something behind me.
He’s proper freaked and won’t stop staring. This completely creeps me out to the point that I daren’t actually look around, I could only sit there frozen in fear waiting for some unheard and unseen attacker to get me. Then just as sudden as it started he’s back to normal and having a bit of a wash.
I reckon the feline bugger did it on purpose, only cats can stare in that wide eyed big pupil way. Still, I had to hot foot it to bed and sleep with the lights on that night.
On an unrelated note does anyone else find Marty Pellow creepy? He looks like a rapist.
( , Tue 12 Apr 2011, 11:50, 9 replies)
The house I grew up in was really lovely old Victorian semi (fnar!). It was a gorgeous house but could be exceptionally creepy. On an evening the floorboards would relax so it would sound like someone was walking around upstairs, even if there was no one else in the house. We had huge bay windows overlooking the garden so as soon as it got dark you had to shut the curtains otherwise it just felt like you were in a fishbowl for all the monsters in the garden to look at.. Apparently we even had a ghost but my mother chose not to tell anyone about the little girl who had died of meningitis in the house in the 1970’s until the ghost decided to attack my brother ( I’ll save that for another QOTW).
One night I’m enjoying a bit of home alone time. I must have been about 12 or 13, my parents had gone out for the evening, my brother was at work so I’m making the most of my time by slobbing on the sofa and watching something inappropriate on TV. My old cat was curled up sound asleep on my lap, deeply relaxed.
All of a sudden he looks up and stares at a spot about a foot above my head behind me, his heckles up and his pupils massive (Anyone who has cats knows the look, it means they are terrified or about to rip your throat out). The sofa wasn’t up against a wall but kind of in the middle of the room so it was quite plausible that there could be something behind me.
He’s proper freaked and won’t stop staring. This completely creeps me out to the point that I daren’t actually look around, I could only sit there frozen in fear waiting for some unheard and unseen attacker to get me. Then just as sudden as it started he’s back to normal and having a bit of a wash.
I reckon the feline bugger did it on purpose, only cats can stare in that wide eyed big pupil way. Still, I had to hot foot it to bed and sleep with the lights on that night.
On an unrelated note does anyone else find Marty Pellow creepy? He looks like a rapist.
( , Tue 12 Apr 2011, 11:50, 9 replies)
True Hackles not Heckles. I like the thought of my cat Heckling me though.
( , Tue 12 Apr 2011, 14:00, closed)
I think it's universally accepted
that Marty Pellow is decidedly creepy. I've seen less weasely-looking weasels! And cats are bastards - they all do that. Mine only ever did it when my other half was on night shift and I was home alone.
( , Tue 12 Apr 2011, 13:49, closed)
that Marty Pellow is decidedly creepy. I've seen less weasely-looking weasels! And cats are bastards - they all do that. Mine only ever did it when my other half was on night shift and I was home alone.
( , Tue 12 Apr 2011, 13:49, closed)
I'm pleased/relieved i'm not the only person with the fear of Marty Pellow. When Wet Wet Wet were at number one with that song about arthritis I couldn't go near a telly for ages.
( , Tue 12 Apr 2011, 13:59, closed)
I like to change the lyrics to
"when I eat fishfingers I stick them up my nose"
( , Tue 12 Apr 2011, 14:25, closed)
"when I eat fishfingers I stick them up my nose"
( , Tue 12 Apr 2011, 14:25, closed)
I like the thought of that. Singing the different words...not actually putting fishfingers up my nose.
I imagine Marty Pellow would eat fishfingers with his hands and then lick his fingers while maintaining unblinking eye contact with you...Ergh!
( , Tue 12 Apr 2011, 14:36, closed)
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