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That's what I was thinking at first, but after dad told me there was a power outage the night before, and I specifically remember watching Robot Chicken before I turned it off and went to bedInsanum said:
Oh...shit. Well that sucks. Did he say when? Oh, and not to be nit picky, but I think you meant cloaked not clocked.Snowalker said:
A girl was hitting on me and I was interested before we realised we had the same last name and were not so distantly related. We both immediately denied we'd been flirting and walked away rapidly. Now top that for creepiness.
Well there was this one time, where i was in bed, it was around 2-3, i was sure i heard my mum tell me to get up for school, so i got up, had a shower, had breakfast and went down stairs to watch tarzan ( which i did every morning before school) and then realised it was around 3-4. My mum never called me.
WTF........Jirlond said:harsh dude, keyboards are so delicate - oj will kill itdestroyer383 said:let meh just check yes it is same area as where i spilt coke on itMythos1092 said:
my cats up there again how why when im confused same banging noise as beforethat made meh look up
I have my moments.MaxTheReaper said:That was just awesome.DigitalJedl said:Oh god... oh god no... it just can't be true..MaxTheReaper said:
Okay, this one's rather long, hope it doesn't bore you It didn't bore me, that's for sure.
Yeah, so one night - I guess it was three or four days ago - I was up rather long, sitting at the computer and doing my translations. Then, at about 2 am to 2:30 am I got really hungry so I went downstairs, got myself a sandwich and a soda, went back up and the moment I stood in front of the door I heard weird banging coming from my room. I figured it was a bird that got lost in my room, since that had occured two times already (the windows in that room are rather large and during this time of the year I always keep them opened). Of course, that didn't make any sense because it was a little early for any bird to wake up and fly around yet, but I didn't think that far at that moment.
Anyways, I opened the door, and the only light was the one of my computer screen which I, as I remembered, didn't turn off when going into the kitchen. It was hard to make out, but it seemed like there was a person standing in my room, about 2 metres away, banging his/her head against the wall. Of course, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, so I turned on the light and didn't see anybody, but the banging didn't stop, even in a room that was fully illuminated. I figured the banging came from somewhere else. I wasn't really scared at this point, just baffled and thought it was weird, so I turned off the lights again to figure out whether I really did see a sillhouette in the dark or not. So I did turn off the lights and saw that shadow again, but this time it was standing much closer (now it was only about half a metre away), continuing to bang its head against the wall. I was startled so bad I dropped the sandwich and the soda (I admit, I also emit a cry) while jumping out of the room and shutting the door. That day, nobody was at home except me, so I figured there's nobody to bring and ran downstairs, took my keys and ran outside, locking the door. I went to my car just thinking "Gotta get the fuck away from here" and just drove for a little while, with no real destination. I just wanted time to pass. You can't even imagine how goddamn scared I had been.
After about half an hour of pointless driving I figured this was no solution. Also, my rational self told me it was probably nothing of harm, whatever it was. It didn't even look at me - so I made my way back home again. I went inside, and, after the first few steps, just stood there quietly, listening if there was still any banging. But I didn't hear anything, so I went back into the room just to find, right in front of me, lying on the ground - a sandwich and a soda. I kept standing there for a few seconds and then turned on the light. Seemed like there was no sign of any person having been here, except me. I picked up my stuff and bit off a piece of the sandwich when I noticed two cute little blood stains on the wall, roughly where the shadow was standing before. That actually was enough to make me shit bricks, so I turned to the computer to just turn it off and go to bed as fast as possible. Then, on the computer screen, I saw a notepad-file opened just saying (roughly translated) "See you next week." Without correctly turning off the computer I just cut off its electricity supply and went into the living room. Fuck no, I wasn't going to sleep in that room, that's been for sure. I ate the sandwich and drank the soda and fell asleep after a while.
There are no bloodstains on the wall any more.
It didn't bore me, that's for sure.Yeah, so one night - I guess it was three or four days ago - I was up rather long, sitting at the computer and doing my translations. Then, at about 2 am to 2:30 am I got really hungry so I went downstairs, got myself a sandwich and a soda, went back up and the moment I stood in front of the door I heard weird banging coming from my room. I figured it was a bird that got lost in my room, since that had occured two times already (the windows in that room are rather large and during this time of the year I always keep them opened). Of course, that didn't make any sense because it was a little early for any bird to wake up and fly around yet, but I didn't think that far at that moment.
Anyways, I opened the door, and the only light was the one of my computer screen which I, as I remembered, didn't turn off when going into the kitchen. It was hard to make out, but it seemed like there was a person standing in my room, about 2 metres away, banging his/her head against the wall. Of course, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, so I turned on the light and didn't see anybody, but the banging didn't stop, even in a room that was fully illuminated. I figured the banging came from somewhere else. I wasn't really scared at this point, just baffled and thought it was weird, so I turned off the lights again to figure out whether I really did see a sillhouette in the dark or not. So I did turn off the lights and saw that shadow again, but this time it was standing much closer (now it was only about half a metre away), continuing to bang its head against the wall. I was startled so bad I dropped the sandwich and the soda (I admit, I also emit a cry) while jumping out of the room and shutting the door. That day, nobody was at home except me, so I figured there's nobody to bring and ran downstairs, took my keys and ran outside, locking the door. I went to my car just thinking "Gotta get the fuck away from here" and just drove for a little while, with no real destination. I just wanted time to pass. You can't even imagine how goddamn scared I had been.
After about half an hour of pointless driving I figured this was no solution. Also, my rational self told me it was probably nothing of harm, whatever it was. It didn't even look at me - so I made my way back home again. I went inside, and, after the first few steps, just stood there quietly, listening if there was still any banging. But I didn't hear anything, so I went back into the room just to find, right in front of me, lying on the ground - a sandwich and a soda. I kept standing there for a few seconds and then turned on the light. Seemed like there was no sign of any person having been here, except me. I picked up my stuff and bit off a piece of the sandwich when I noticed two cute little blood stains on the wall, roughly where the shadow was standing before. That actually was enough to make me shit bricks, so I turned to the computer to just turn it off and go to bed as fast as possible. Then, on the computer screen, I saw a notepad-file opened just saying (roughly translated) "See you next week." Without correctly turning off the computer I just cut off its electricity supply and went into the living room. Fuck no, I wasn't going to sleep in that room, that's been for sure. I ate the sandwich and drank the soda and fell asleep after a while.
There are no bloodstains on the wall any more.
that would have scared the shit outta me to wouldent of gone to sleep atall i keep hear banging to lol and my cat keeps seaming to move from the floor to a cubord high up and the bangings at rufly the same time its asif someone keeps moveing him couse he cant jump that highGladion said:Okay, this one's rather long, hope it doesn't bore you
Yeah, so one night - I guess it was three or four days ago - I was up rather long, sitting at the computer and doing my translations. Then, at about 2 am to 2:30 am I got really hungry so I went downstairs, got myself a sandwich and a soda, went back up and the moment I stood in front of the door I heard weird banging coming from my room. I figured it was a bird that got lost in my room, since that had occured two times already (the windows in that room are rather large and during this time of the year I always keep them opened). Of course, that didn't make any sense because it was a little early for any bird to wake up and fly around yet, but I didn't think that far at that moment.
Anyways, I opened the door, and the only light was the one of my computer screen which I, as I remembered, didn't turn off when going into the kitchen. It was hard to make out, but it seemed like there was a person standing in my room, about 2 metres away, banging his/her head against the wall. Of course, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, so I turned on the light and didn't see anybody, but the banging didn't stop, even in a room that was fully illuminated. I figured the banging came from somewhere else. I wasn't really scared at this point, just baffled and thought it was weird, so I turned off the lights again to figure out whether I really did see a sillhouette in the dark or not. So I did turn off the lights and saw that shadow again, but this time it was standing much closer (now it was only about half a metre away), continuing to bang its head against the wall. I was startled so bad I dropped the sandwich and the soda (I admit, I also emit a cry) while jumping out of the room and shutting the door. That day, nobody was at home except me, so I figured there's nobody to bring and ran downstairs, took my keys and ran outside, locking the door. I went to my car just thinking "Gotta get the fuck away from here" and just drove for a little while, with no real destination. I just wanted time to pass. You can't even imagine how goddamn scared I had been.
After about half an hour of pointless driving I figured this was no solution. Also, my rational self told me it was probably nothing of harm, whatever it was. It didn't even look at me - so I made my way back home again. I went inside, and, after the first few steps, just stood there quietly, listening if there was still any banging. But I didn't hear anything, so I went back into the room just to find, right in front of me, lying on the ground - a sandwich and a soda. I kept standing there for a few seconds and then turned on the light. Seemed like there was no sign of any person having been here, except me. I picked up my stuff and bit off a piece of the sandwich when I noticed two cute little blood stains on the wall, roughly where the shadow was standing before. That actually was enough to make me shit bricks, so I turned to the computer to just turn it off and go to bed as fast as possible. Then, on the computer screen, I saw a notepad-file opened just saying (roughly translated) "See you next week." Without correctly turning off the computer I just cut off its electricity supply and went into the living room. Fuck no, I wasn't going to sleep in that room, that's been for sure. I ate the sandwich and drank the soda and fell asleep after a while.
There are no bloodstains on the wall any more.
i once sleepwalked onto the trampaline i woke up in midair bounsing on the trampaline i had locked myself out in the middle of the night i was bout 10 it scared meh shitless had to ring the doorbell for about half a hr
When I was in junior high I came home after school and the minute I walk into the house I hear talking in a language I couldn't understand. The talking lasted for a minute or two and there was definitely more than one voice and they were all talking at once rather than a conversation. It also sounded like they should have been standing right in front of me. I just stood there listening and then I realized I didn't close the door so I turned around to get it and when I did the voices stopped. It happened again a few years ago when I was home from college. I woke up and no one was home. I went downstairs and I heard the voices again in the exact same spot but they only lasted for about ten seconds this time since I kept moving towards it. Both times it happened I checked every TV and radio in the house to make sure nothing was on and there were no windows open. I was also standing in a different spot the second time. I wasn't scared when it happened, more just curious about what they were saying.
The only other thing that's ever happened in my house was when me and my brother were home alone. We were play fighting in the living room and at the same time we both just stopped and looked towards the kitchen for no reason. All of a sudden there's a whistle like when a teapot boils. We ran into the kitchen but there was nothing there. Again, not scary just really weird.
The only other thing that's ever happened in my house was when me and my brother were home alone. We were play fighting in the living room and at the same time we both just stopped and looked towards the kitchen for no reason. All of a sudden there's a whistle like when a teapot boils. We ran into the kitchen but there was nothing there. Again, not scary just really weird.
When I sleep I always get woken by people whispering or talking.. and cars... when I walk to my window and raise my curtains, I see a giant busy road. Oh wait, I do live to a busy road. AAAGH, yes this is driving me insane, I use earplugs to get some night's rest.
Oh and is it strange that I cannot recall (or do not)dream? I have two dreamcatchers hanging in front of my two windows. On an average, I recall about 1 dream per month. I never get any strange experiences though.
Oh and is it strange that I cannot recall (or do not)dream? I have two dreamcatchers hanging in front of my two windows. On an average, I recall about 1 dream per month. I never get any strange experiences though.
Events may be out of order, but what the hell, I'll chronicle my unexplainable.
I have a dream that I'm walking through a park, I found a spiderweb across a path, with a HUGE orb-weaver spider in the center of the web. Orb weavers aren't the smallest, but this thing was the size of my HAND. Whatever, I like spiders, it was just a strange dream.
Couple of weeks later, I go camping with my scout troop, and while we were wandering around, my friend Tim and I come across that spider, in it's web, completely blocking off the path. It was the SAME spider, the SAME web, the SAME path. We didn't go down that path, but yeah...
Vague recollections of a drive through New Mexico, my brother saw elongated ball lightning that dropped just beneath the clouds, one half spinning slow, the other fast in the opposite direction, hovered in place for a few moments before bolting (no pun intended) across the sky and back into the clouds, I remember seeing something when we were camping, but the lightning was the more interesting one back then, and best documented in my family.
Uhm... Fast forward 15 or so years, I was driving home with my little brother, and there's this really FUN S-curve into my neighborhood that NEVER has cops, is low traffic, and FUN to take at 50+ (It's a 30 zone). Well, this time there was enough traffic that I wasn't driving like a retard, it was late evening so the sun was setting. Over the field on the opposite side of the road, my brother and I both saw the same thing. It had a wingspan of at LEAST nine, ten feet, a long, narrow, flexible tail, and a triangular head on the end of a flexible neck. I damn near hit a tree staring at it. I looked away as it suddenly dove into the field which hadn't been mown for hay yet, so still had really tall grass, dodged the curb, got back to driving right, and it was gone. Haven't seen it since, but I saw a fucking dragon. It wasn't a bird, it wasn't a kite, it moved biologically, not like a kite. Had BAT wings, wasn't a BIRD.
More recently, my dogs are generally idiots when it comes to hunting or neighbors or whatever. And by idiots, I mean they'll latch onto just about any HINT of a shadow or reason to bark and just go crazy with the barking.
Well, my family minus my dad and minus my older brother (who was upstairs), is sitting in the living room, watching tv. I'm on the computer. The dogs don't bark, they just more or less go on point and start sniffing and whining around the fireplace. I see a weird... cat-sized shadow dart across the front of the fireplace and the dogs step back, I'm not the only one who sees it either. My sister and mom both see it to. We're all going "Uh... wtf?". It wasn't one of our cats, it was built more like a whippit or a long-legged squirrel? It was really weird. Bonus points: The chimney's closed. We checked. There's no way anything could get in or out of the chimney. And we have no idea where the shadow went. Twenty minutes later, the dogs are back to just hanging out or whatever, and the people are still just kinda weirded out. My dad came home and claimed we'd seen a rat.
That's about it. My sister's car is haunted, though I've not had any dealings with George (it's what she named the Ghost, becuase, well, George is NOT a scary name, now is it?), my brother was haunted by a dead cat (but it wasn't a bad haunting, it would just curl up with him and he'd get a disembodied purring and pressure and he slept with his room closed so it wasn't any of the others coming in), we've had ball lightning slip through a window, 'jump' onto a shelf and knock things off piece by piece in a very feline manner before 'jumping' through the ceiling without actually harming anything... Yeah. Fun stuffs. I should write some of this stuff into a story eventually...
I have a dream that I'm walking through a park, I found a spiderweb across a path, with a HUGE orb-weaver spider in the center of the web. Orb weavers aren't the smallest, but this thing was the size of my HAND. Whatever, I like spiders, it was just a strange dream.
Couple of weeks later, I go camping with my scout troop, and while we were wandering around, my friend Tim and I come across that spider, in it's web, completely blocking off the path. It was the SAME spider, the SAME web, the SAME path. We didn't go down that path, but yeah...
Vague recollections of a drive through New Mexico, my brother saw elongated ball lightning that dropped just beneath the clouds, one half spinning slow, the other fast in the opposite direction, hovered in place for a few moments before bolting (no pun intended) across the sky and back into the clouds, I remember seeing something when we were camping, but the lightning was the more interesting one back then, and best documented in my family.
Uhm... Fast forward 15 or so years, I was driving home with my little brother, and there's this really FUN S-curve into my neighborhood that NEVER has cops, is low traffic, and FUN to take at 50+ (It's a 30 zone). Well, this time there was enough traffic that I wasn't driving like a retard, it was late evening so the sun was setting. Over the field on the opposite side of the road, my brother and I both saw the same thing. It had a wingspan of at LEAST nine, ten feet, a long, narrow, flexible tail, and a triangular head on the end of a flexible neck. I damn near hit a tree staring at it. I looked away as it suddenly dove into the field which hadn't been mown for hay yet, so still had really tall grass, dodged the curb, got back to driving right, and it was gone. Haven't seen it since, but I saw a fucking dragon. It wasn't a bird, it wasn't a kite, it moved biologically, not like a kite. Had BAT wings, wasn't a BIRD.
More recently, my dogs are generally idiots when it comes to hunting or neighbors or whatever. And by idiots, I mean they'll latch onto just about any HINT of a shadow or reason to bark and just go crazy with the barking.
Well, my family minus my dad and minus my older brother (who was upstairs), is sitting in the living room, watching tv. I'm on the computer. The dogs don't bark, they just more or less go on point and start sniffing and whining around the fireplace. I see a weird... cat-sized shadow dart across the front of the fireplace and the dogs step back, I'm not the only one who sees it either. My sister and mom both see it to. We're all going "Uh... wtf?". It wasn't one of our cats, it was built more like a whippit or a long-legged squirrel? It was really weird. Bonus points: The chimney's closed. We checked. There's no way anything could get in or out of the chimney. And we have no idea where the shadow went. Twenty minutes later, the dogs are back to just hanging out or whatever, and the people are still just kinda weirded out. My dad came home and claimed we'd seen a rat.
That's about it. My sister's car is haunted, though I've not had any dealings with George (it's what she named the Ghost, becuase, well, George is NOT a scary name, now is it?), my brother was haunted by a dead cat (but it wasn't a bad haunting, it would just curl up with him and he'd get a disembodied purring and pressure and he slept with his room closed so it wasn't any of the others coming in), we've had ball lightning slip through a window, 'jump' onto a shelf and knock things off piece by piece in a very feline manner before 'jumping' through the ceiling without actually harming anything... Yeah. Fun stuffs. I should write some of this stuff into a story eventually...
A shorter one here-
When I was younger, we thought my brother was allergic to cats. So, we had fish. Goldfish, actally. THey never lasted long, though we had a perfectly fine tank and fed, cleaned and took care of them regularly. However, the worst was one day when a goldfish just dissapeated. I came home from school and -BAM- no goldfish. I searched the tank, thinking maybe it was stuck in the sand or whatnot. Nope. Tank as clean, food was in the tank, the top was closed. Our doors were all locked. Nothing else had been disturbed. Our goldfish had been eaten by a ghost (possibly a ghost shark?).
When I was younger, we thought my brother was allergic to cats. So, we had fish. Goldfish, actally. THey never lasted long, though we had a perfectly fine tank and fed, cleaned and took care of them regularly. However, the worst was one day when a goldfish just dissapeated. I came home from school and -BAM- no goldfish. I searched the tank, thinking maybe it was stuck in the sand or whatnot. Nope. Tank as clean, food was in the tank, the top was closed. Our doors were all locked. Nothing else had been disturbed. Our goldfish had been eaten by a ghost (possibly a ghost shark?).