Also, on topic.
Never really had a paranormal experience, but my dog HATES being in my room. She constantly looks at the corner of my room and then jumps off the bed and wants to go out. MY ROOM IS HAUNTED D:
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Last edited by Sighz; 2011-08-23 at 07:03 PM.
shit my fucking pants, facebook.
We all know what to do, but no one does it.Originally Posted by Azurenys
I was up reading bout the slender man and seeing those pics and all that around 2 am... I didn't even want to watch out of my window even when it was day for a few weeks. :/
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When I was born my folks were living in their first house together...they got it cheaper because a poor girl had hung herself in the living room the year before. They said that some very weird things happened there, my mother was terrified when my Dad was out of town...quite regularly when they put me in to my crib to sleep they'd hear someone singing to me and playing with me when there was nobody else in the house. A number of relatives who watched over me said they experienced the same thing. Everyone was scared shitless of the place and my folks moved out. I actually have no memory because I was only just born, they'd moved long before my first memories.
As for paranormal things I've directly experienced...do you know when you look at someone, they may be a way off, and sometimes they spin 'round and *know* you've been looking at them...but there's no real way they could have. That's me. Also, when I was at Uni, I'd make beer money - my friends would pick someone at random in the pub...and would bet me I couldn't make that person turn around just by looking at them - I usually always could.
Whispers in the dark. Sometimes laughing baby noises in the night while my neighbors don't have babies.
dang, that's when I grab my baseball bat and start singing Die MOFO Die from Dope.
Or the one night when I went to a bar and saw that one hot chick, she wasn't from around (i asked everyone in the bar). I went to talk to her untill she said 'don't have time, it's coming'. I wasn't drunk nor did I drink any alcohol that night (i'm the driver....) It could've been that she said 'don't have time, he's coming' but I clearly heard the same as did a friend of mine. when she went out side she dissappeared - no car sound - no small alleys - and she couldn't have ran a 30 meters cuz thats how big the front is of the pub..... scary.
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Obviously that doesn't explain deaths, but I'd chalk that up to a coincidence. /shrug
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age"
Back about 20 years ago (I was 11ish), I was at my Dad's for the summer, who lives on a farm about 8 miles from the nearest town. One night I was up late watching tv while everyone else was sleeping. I heard the wind chimes going crazy outside and the dogs started barking like mad (they stay outside). After a few minutes I decided to get up and peek my head through the windows covers of the picture window and I swear something was standing there looking at me. I immediately shut the window covering and jumped back. Another few minutes go by and the chimes stop and the dogs stopped barking. I peeked my head out again and nothing was there, just the dark yard. Freaked the hell out of me.
Logic tells me it was probably just my reflection in the window, but it was not there the second time!
Once I found myself completely unable to move while lying on bed. I tried as hard as I could but I couldn't get up or move my limbs or even my head. And that was the "uncreepy" bit. There was also a doll like figure standing next to my bed and it was watching me. Eventually I was able to get up in a burst of determination. I then grabbed the thing (whatever it was) and tossed it out from the balcony.
I was sweating like hell after the ordeal so I went to take a drink of water and left the almost empty glass of water in the center of the dinner table, and then went back to bed. When I woke up in the morning, the glass was on the table. Did I just dream up the whole thing except the sip of water? Because I don't remember going to take a sip of water in the night just like that, I distinctively remember taking it after the ordeal and that's why I placed it on the center of the table so I would be able to tell it wasn't a dream. But was it? I honestly don't know.
This thread currently has 666 views and I hear sounds coming from the hallway. fml
the brain creates things like that because it WANTS you to believe in that stuff. Everything can be explained with a rational explanation. That light was probably a car off in the distance.
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I just shit my pants. Well played sir.
My wife and I just moved out of this "historic" house in a sleepy little farm town. The house had a cellar and a finished attic. The house was two bedrooms and both bedrooms were on the main floor. There was no air conditioning in the attic and, since it was just my wife and I living in the house, we really didn't need it as living space, so we just stored a bunch of seasonal crap up there. The attic had small closets in each of its corners. They were about four feet high and just about that deep and wide. We did not use the closets and instead just stacked our stuff in boxes along the attic walls so it was easier to get to.
The attic was always either sweltering hot or freezing cold and I hated going up there. It just had a creepy "someone is watching you" vibe to it. At night sometimes it would sound like someone was walking around up there. We have two dogs and sometimes they would just sit at the base of the attic stairs and stare up. Every once in a while there would also just be a loud "thump." The stairway to the attic was right behind our bedroom wall and there were many nights where I wouldn't sleep because I would just sit there terrified of hearing the footsteps on the stairs. Needless to say, I tried to avoid going up there, especially when I was home alone or at night.
When we finally moved out, we cleared all of the boxes out the attic with the help of some family. It was during the day and a lot of people were there, so it was not as scary as usual. What was scary, however, was what we found in the little closets. There were crayon markings all over the inside walls, as if a child had sat in the center of them and drawn all over. I did not notice that at all when we moved in...
This happened on 9/12/01. It was early morning(around 3:30am) the day after the attack. I'm not sure whether that's significant, it just makes the experience stand out that much more...
I had to work on the night of the attack which royally sucked with that on everyone's mind... I got out of work at 1am, drove home, tired as hell went to bed. I didn't have much trouble falling asleep but woke up later when I heard something. I look for my clock and it is off, I thought there was a power outage and my parents were probably up and moving around. I laid my head back down and my bedroom door opens and closes. I was still groggy but realized the light outside my room was still on as was my stereo (light outside my room stayed on because I was in the basement, otherwise there was no light at all at any time of day. stereo, I always slept with my radio on.) so panic/time to get the hell up. I start scrambling and try to turn my lamp on - not working. Scramble more feeling for the flashlight that I kept on my nightstand, realize it's not there. I'm waking up more and thinking someone was in my room, lamp won't turn on, flashlight is gone so I'm freaking out and stumbling as fast as I can in the dark to get out. I searched all over the house, even woke my parents up to search because I thought there was an intruder. We couldn't find anything, all windows and doors were locked.
I'm a skeptic where paranormal experiences are concerned. I still hate to say what happened was a ghost or anything paranormal. The things that get me about that night are the flashlight being gone and my clock being off and lamp not turning on. We didn't find the flashlight until three days later. My clock and lamp were both unplugged. The outlet was behind the bed, I had to move the bed to plug them in and would have had to move it to unplug them myself.