Whenever I see or hear "puddle" I immediately think of poodles, which in this case got me thinking, imagine if the next morning you wake up, walk into the bathroom, and in the place of the damp spot (which is now dry) there's http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/af/Standard_Poodle_black_male_sitting.jpg staring at you with its smile and nonchalantly wagging its tail.

Gives a whole new meaning to poodles, don't you think?

I suppose my full title is now "Sig God of Apocalyptia, Patron Saint of Preventing Water Damage."

Whoo.

I was walking down the street of my favorite city, one day, and I was in a good mood due to a nice day of sightseeing on a warm, sunny day when I heard a terrifying noise that sent me to therapy for a year. I still hear it in my nightmares and it still scares me to this day. I can't get that horrible noise out of my head. "By Azura, by Azura, by Azura".

There's no way I'm clicking any of the links in this threads... no way.

Horrifying.


errrmmmm... wasn't the first dream beforehand that you couldn't remember the one that happened two years ago? Terrifying.


You don't dream, but you dream twice a week. That's some spooky stuff.


Both the movie and what you stumbled across for whatever reason are not creepy.

Maybe there is something to the stuff about EMF detectors...

People frequently misuse the sentence "I don't dream" for "I don't recall my dreams". Everybody dreams when they sleep (properly and long enough), it's just that (usually) we don't remember those dreams and, surprisingly, that's the proper way a sleep cycle should work - you shouldn't remember your dreams after you wake up and remembering your dream indicates that you didn't have a perfect sleep cycle, although it's a quite common sleep disorder and the fact that it doesn't actually have any noticeable ill-effects is the reason why we don't consider recalling our dreams to be a sleep disorder at all.

The fact that everyone dreams while sleeping has been proven by an experiment in which people were awoken in the middle of their REM phases and every subject responded that they were in the middle of a dream and were able to recall it without any trouble - this indicates both that humans dream during each REM phase and that the (conscious) memory of dreams is erased after each REM phase, not continuously during an REM phase. The fact that everyone dreams during sleep is then easy to come by once you know that everyone experiences REM phases during their sleep, but moreover, dreams have been proven to be crucial to the sleep cycle in an experiment in which subjects were awoken right at the very beginning of their first REM phase and after a long period of dreamless sleep the subjects were experiencing the same effects of sleep deprivation, as if they haven't slept at all. So basically whenever you say "I do not dream" or "I don't have dreams" you might as well have said "I don't sleep". What you probably meant is that you don't recall your dreams, which is actually good because it indicates perfect sleep cycle.

I left a message on my landlord's answering machine. Hopefully we can get the problem fixed ASAP. Whatever the problem actually is.

(EDIT: Ha! AHA! I FOUND THE LEAK. >:D)

Back on topic, I remember one time when I was visiting my parents back in Navarro. They have a hot tub out on the back porch and the house is kind of wedged into the deep woods, with a dirt road leading about a quarter mile to the highway, so it's fairly private. I have a hard time sleeping at night unless I'm warm enough, so I was sitting out in the tub at about... I think it was close to 1:30 a.m., getting ready to go to bed. It was overcast that night, which essentially meant that it was pitch black outside. I could barely see my hand in front of my face, and knew I was going to have to fumble my way back inside once I was done marinading.
And then I heard this sound.
It was maybe, I don't know, thirty feet away- back in the treeline, where the shadows were deepest. To be more specific, it was halfway up a tree, and I could hear it ripping the bark away. Whatever this thing was, I could hear branches snapping and its claws raking at the tree: it sounded pretty gorram big. The worst part is that it would periodically stop, there would be long stretches of dead silence, and then the raking sound would begin again. In those silent periods, I would be gradually sinking deeper and deeper into the hot water, hoping that the smell of chlorine was disguising the fact that there was something soft, edible and completely nightblind in the vicinity. >.>

I waited until it sounded like the thing had gone away, then bolted for the house. The next day, I went out to where I thought the thing had been, and I found some pretty impressive gouges and piles of shredded bark around the base of one of the redwoods.
Now, mind you, I don't think it was anything supernatural. It might have just been a possum or raccoon, though it would have had to be the biggest freakin' raccoon/possum ever to walk the Earth.
The thing is, black bears have been known to pass through from time to time.
And then my parents told me there had been recent mountain lion sightings in the area.
Eep. o.o

Don't believe me if you want, but I heard a ghost once at this old barn we visited in the middle of the night as kids. It was right near my friend's house, and he said he'd been there before but later admitted he had never gone inside. We went inside, and heard a very distinct voice say something.

"Turn back!" Very distinct, like I said. Deep and hollow, and didn't sound human. We got out of there and ran for our lives.

Around his property (his yard used to be a farm, so it's really big) we finally stopped and swore we'd never go back because that was just friggen creepy. Today, I've pretty much lost touch with that friend, because we never really got along after that incident.


Yes, such as faulty wiring from old buildings.

well when I was 3 or 4 I remebr going into the garden to go exploring (it was huge to me then) and I swear that the gnomes were following me, I saw them everywhere and they were growing in numbers. It didn't help that my dad had shown me some of his old doctor who episodes either <_<

Don't blink.

One word:

Shamwow.

I've grown up near a haunted house (And don't even get me started about the stuff showing up at the lake and in the woods in the night. ^_^). Nobody ever dared go there and it even gave that wee tomboy I was shivers. The story of the last couple living there was not exactly a nice one. He apparently worked as a double agent for the Brits and Nazi Germany and died in some incident related to the Nazi rocket program, and in 1947 they found her sitting in a chair in front of a rope that was prepared so she could choose another way out. But she didn't.
She's said to roam that house to this day, and the creaking of the houses walls in the wind is strangely close to that of the slight swaying of a heavy weight on a rope

Better tell your landlord to check for http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0308379/. ^_^

I was stalked by a large animal while walking around in the woods when I lived in the mountains. I have no idea what it was because it was pitchblack out but it was big and had creepy eyes to be sure. I was in battle mode but whatever it was never made a move on me. I also hallucinated whenever I got sick as a kid it was always about my brother trying to kill me in some strange form... not the different from reality really but presented in creepier ways.



Well played sir.

Nevermind.


I had a creepy dream (woke up in a cold sweat creepy), but I can't really remember it any more. I just remember semi-futuristic, gothic setting, some sort of plague, being naked and seeing a lot of coffins.

I was sitting with my fair maiden when I received a message from my lady's dear father, the parcel read "What art thou doing with thine daughter?" She mentioned her father had perished in the crusades. THEN WHO WAS MESSAGE?

Two things:

1. I rarely recall my dreams, but whenever I do the only parts I do recall are relatively benign (an example would be me sitting on my bed talking about a particular topic with a friend). The weird part is that those relatively benign events almost always happen about a week later. I will be sitting on my bed in the exact same position and will be talking to my friend about that particular topic when I suddenly realize that I have seen this before in my partially recalled dream.

2. My friend moved into an apartment with 4 other guys while he was going to school. One of the guys left and the landlord rented out that guy's room to a new guy (for the sake of the story, the new guy is "Mike"). Mike is an odd fellow, he will scream at people for drinking brands of beer he doesn't like, pace around the house like a caged animal, and on several occasions ask female visitors to choke him.

One night, my friend is awakened to the sound of scratching. Since it is annoying enough to keep him up, he decides to investigate the source of the noise. He leaves his room and notices that while most of the bedroom doors are closed, Mike's is partially open and the noise is coming from in there. He creeps up to the door and looks inside. Mike had lit candles and laid out pictures of some woman... the noise? He was etching what my friend surmised to be the woman's name in the walls... all of the walls... over and over. My friend promptly returned to his own room and locked the door, placing his dressor in front of it.

During fall break, all of the roommates went home except for Mike. When they got back, they had a $2,000 water bill.

Mike also got to take a trip to jail. One of the roommates had some friends over, Mike stayed in his room the whole night until he suddenly emerged, walked straight up to a person he had never met before and began repeatedly punching him in the face. The rest of the people restrained him and called the cops. Since he didn't use a weapon it was only a misdemeanor and Mike was back in a few days.

The roommates finally managed to trick Mike into moving to a new place (they moved all of his stuff and told him that he had always lived there). They promptly changed the locks.

EPIC. Seriously, I've never been to an actually haunted house, and it's one of the things I want to do before I die. Hopefully not on the DAY I die.

I literally rofl'd.

Sounds like a gym instructor from the 80s.

Last night I watched the last of the 'marble hornets' videos - I was almost too terrified to walk upstairs, because of the dark, open doorways and windows. I have to try not to freak out over turns-the-page now.

And with that, the story became about a million times creepier. Just so you know. o.o

I missed that, but you're right. She's making out with her dead father.

I do a bit of urban exploring and a few years back me and a friend decided to do a midnight run through an old abandoned psychiatric hospital where they used to keep old war vets. Pretty run down as they closed in the 60s.. all sorts of stuff kicking around: gurneys, wheel chairs, LOADS of old paper work, etc. Well having seen most of the place during day raids, we decided to head to the basemant levels (apparently there were 4) and have a peek. We packed our flashlights and other equipment and headed off.

First level was pretty basic: maintenance stuff, old pipes, some over flow from the main levels (old beds, etc). It's REALLY quiet down there and all you could hear was our foot steps and no echo. We find a set of stairs that take us down to the next level and there's even more junk around with more doorways. We rummage around a bit and my friend tells me to stop because he thinks he heard something. Usually it's rent-a-cops making sure nobody is in the building but this time it was different.. I didn't hear what my friend heard but what we saw next scared the [censored] out of us. From one of the doorways, a wheelchair just kind of wheels its way out of the doorway half catching the doorway and stops. I've never ran so fast in my life... problem is we are two floors underground and not quite sure which way is out (made some turns, 180s, etc.) We did manage to get out of there (memory on adrenaline is a wonderful thing!) but I never stopped running until we got to the edge of the forest where we came in from. After calming down, we headed home and talked about it until the wee hours of the morning.

Thinking back, it was probably some homeless dude effing with us (they tend to squat there but never that deep…) but at the time, let me tell you... Scariest thing I have ever been through. :cold:

Wait, what...?

Four basemants?

[censored] that sounds like one of my dreams I had a long time ago.

Still, hoboes? Hrm.