You walk into a diner and sit down at a booth. When you look down, you see a neatly folded napkin on the table. "Gotcha" has been written on it in red lipstick.

You're alone in the dining room during Passover with the door cracked open as per tradition.

   The level of wine in Elisha's Cup goes down.

For a moment there, you could have swore that it was a finger that little blonde curly blue-eyed girl in the pink dress was sucking, just for a moment. But it was a popsicle.
Only it wasn't.


Graveyard. You're visiting your mum's or gran's or whoever's grave. It quite lonely and quiet here today. You know, chilly gray autumn's afternoon. Grave's one of those big fancy pantheons, the sort that stocks whole families. There a vase for each of your ancestors down to your greatgreatgranddaddy, Lord Adalbert, the rich chap who paid for this and left the title to some old granduncle or other. Next to your mum's vase, there's one with your name on it. It reads "5-21-82 (your birthday, no doubt about it) - 5-31-07" You don't have to check your cellphone to know that's today.

Anyone else?
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You're in your home by yourself at night. You think you someone talking outside so you go out to have a look but see no one there. As you go up the steps to your front you hear something that sounds like a heavily breathed "Never again!" as wind rushes past you and the front door slams shut.

At your local cafe, the cafe you've been dozens of times. But everyone is wearing a bandage around their right wrist. You ask the girl serving you your coffee and the smiles at you warmly and walks away. The man behind the counter just stands there and looks at you.

You're with your best friend and you think he says "...so hot today". You ask "did you say something?" and he says: "No. I don't have the energy because it's so hot today"
Then you think you hear "I just killed someone"

Your name is Tod and you're sitting at your family dinner table with everyone else waiting for dinner to be served. Only someone walks in that looks exactly like you. Everyone calls him Tod and greets him like they would have you. He turns to you and says "Hi I'm Tod. And your name is?"

You're walking down the street and you stick your hand in your pocket to get your phone/wallet/whatever and you feel something wet that's sucking on your finger....

The dead letter office tells you that there is a letter for you to pick up. You go down there and pay for the letter. The postmark is 7 years old and it's addressed to your current address (you moved 5 years ago). When you open it, you find that the letter is in your own handwriting. It says "If you're reading this, i'm dead. Don't go into the basement tonight. Watch the time and don't whatever you do fall asleep before midnight. Lastly, place the red hand towel in the kitchen window and leave a saucer of milk outside the front door. Do not look outside. Do all of this and you might live to see tomorrow, where i failed."  

Well, it's not a place, but it's creepy.

Quote from: NomadNickYou're walking down the street and you stick your hand in your pocket to get your phone/wallet/whatever and you feel something wet that's sucking on your finger....

To kill the creep of THAT...I'd see if it bit, and if it didn't, but that thing in my pants...

You walk into your kitchen for a sandwich, only to see a knife embedded point-first into the surface of your table. Irate, you go to pull it out, but it comes away in your hand with no resistance.

There are no marks in the table, and you realize you are home by yourself.

Looking over at a window, you notice it's covered with black specks.  A moment later you realize it's not dirt: the window is crawling with bugs, hundreds of them.  And so is every other window in the room.

An orphanage with a sign that reads : Dont Feed The Children !.

Regards,
David R

It's a brisk fall Tuesday, and you go out to the elementary school because your little brother forgot his lunch on the kitchen table.

You walk into the big, double doors of its entrance.

The school is hot, muggy, and totally devoid of students. Teachers walk absently from room to room. Your steps don't echo.

You are at the fair/circus and walk into the hall of mirrors. The reflections staring back at you are not your own.

Quote from: David RAn orphanage with a sign that reads : Dont Feed The Children !.

Regards,
David R

You saw it too?

You look across the park and see a cute old couple riding a bicycle built for two. But when your eyes focus on one of them the other seat is empty.

There's this big old house on the corner.  Overgrown yard, peeling white paint with faded green trim.  The whole thing is sagging a little.  A little old lady lives alone there and seldom has any visitors.  She's a kindly soul but not particularly fond of children.

In reality, the house was a notorious brothel in the 1930s and she was the most successful prostitute in town.  She's also the real power behind just about everything in the city because she knows where ALL the bodies are burried.

Not that she gets involved much but she might take a shine to any heroic young men who behave gallantly towards her.  She'll giggle girlishly and whisper that they're welcome to a freebie if they ever drop by.