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Everyonce in a while i hear my dog walking upstairs...

Who died last January

Speaking of creepy stuff, I developed a habit from some of my fears that really helps me to be polite to the people around me.
Whenever I go to close a door I keep my eye on it until it is shut.
And because of that I have held a door open for a great number of people.

closet door opening by itself, noises in attic, shower coming on with no one in it, and once a completely white man at my bedroom door.
Yep, just another normal day.

....Aw. ;3;

Totally understandable, though. And sadly, there are quite a lot of these gigantic asshats in Ess Eff... I had some jerk grab my ass, twice, while I was riding on the bus once. Having his foot stomped on by a chick in steel-toed boots, thankfully, was an effective deterrent.
I can stomp pretty hard. >:3
And then there was one random guy who was even worse- he kept soliciting me for sixual favors, and when I told him in no uncertain terms to Gee Tee Eff Oh, he actually punched me.
In the face.
He was drunk, mind you, but still.
(Incidentally, he got a fist straight in the solar plexus for his troubles. I am nothing if not a violent retaliator. The wheezy sound was a glorious thing to hear.)


Anyway. Creepy things, you say?
...Well, the most surreal thing that ever happened to me, at least in recent memory, was waking up at 3 a.m. to someone pounding on my front door. This was only a few months after I moved into my apartment, mind you, and when I went to see who it was, it turned out to be the police.
Now, naturally, my mind immediately jumped to "OH F*** WHAT DID I DO", as it so often does when confronted by law enforcement. Knee-jerk reaction; not particularly logical, but there you have it.
Turns out, they were there because my neighbors had called them, thinking that someone in the apartment (me) was being either abused or murdered.

I should mention that I talk in my sleep.
I also scream in my sleep.
Loudly.
As if I am being impaled, according to various sources. >.>

So as it turned out, I was just having some kind of nightmare (I don't even remember what it was), and so the cops went on their way and I flopped back into bed, but man was it ever strange.

Oh, yes. Also, we have a poltergeist in our apartment. We call him Fred. He enjoys opening and closing the refrigerator door in the middle of the night. So far as we know, Fred has never actually eaten anything in the fridge- maybe he just likes messing with us.

Are you sure it isn't just your snake going for some milk?

Is fred a whiny six year old?

Just in case he is watching.
Hi Fred! :wavey:

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Pretty sure. She'd have to be pretty strong to get that door open all by herself. Not having hands, and all.
....Or be telekinetic, I suppose.



Possibly-?
He never really does anything beside opening the fridge, though, so I can't be sure.
Although I am fairly certain he was the one who flooded the apartment with half an inch of water that one time. The plumber never did find the leak (comforting, I know).
Not sure if the backed-up sewage was his doing, but I have my suspicions.
...
Why am I still living here again?

Because you love fred?

I just had a daydream that while going to gamestop tonight to get RDR I got t-boned by a huge 18 wheeler.


Just thank god the wait is over, I might have done something bad if I had to wait until the 21st.......

Wow that first one still gave me the chills. The only thing I can think of is my old house, there was a stair case that lead down into a living room (Its an ald farm house) at night I could swear someone was watching me from the top of the staircase. The thing is the only bathroom was upstairs and it took me alot of nerve to go up the stairs just to go to the bathroom. I honestly think somthing/someone was in that house. (Then again it could have been high EMF) But we knew the people that lived there a long time ago and there are stories about that house. The only time somthing actually happend was when I was going to the bathroom I heard somthing bang downstairs, I looked and a candle was laying broken on the floor across the room, it sat on a counter in a kitchen all the way against the wall.

I was visited every night by a female ghost for probably close to a year in an old house I lived in ( I knew the ghost was a female because I saw her all the time ). For some reason she would always try to sit me upright in bed while I was sleeping ( she would grab me around my shoulders and pull me up )....and a majority of the time if I was on my side, or sleeping on my stomach she would roll me right out of bed. I would wake up in the morning on the floor quite often. I remember waking up a few times while this was happening and as soon as I opened my eyes she would let go.

My mom told me that I would sleep walk around the house all the time...never sleep walked before living there nor after it. My dad also told me that sometimes when he would check on me I would be sitting up in bed getting ready to take a step. He said he would call my name but I would never look at him or respond. Sometimes he said I would try to take a step and *wham...I would hit the floor. Sometimes he caught me and sometimes he didn't :bonk:

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Watching a movie late at night, I saw a figure next to my TV. In my mind, I though "HOLY [censored]" then hid under the covers.

I also have feelings of being watched. Which I wouldn't mind if it wasn't at night.

But I kind of think, and hope, it's my Nana and/or Papa. Come to think of it, the shape did look like my Papa....

Years ago me and my buddies used to go hit the woods around here and just wander and party. Once me and my one friend were walking and noticed there was a teepee looking thing made from a black garbage bag in a spot we just walked past. We were positive it wasn't there a moment before, it would've been obvious and we wouldn't have not seen it. So we were like, wtf...and started walking towards it. When we got about 5 or 6 feet away, I got this feeling of absolute pure horror deep inside me, the woods went dead silent, the breeze was gone, everything was still. I honestly felt like I was about to approach something that was pure e v i l. I've never had that feeling before or since. When I turned to look at my buddy his face was pale and he looked terrified. We backed away and then ran.

To this day that thing comes to mind every now and again, and I still get freaked out just thinking about it.

Last week I was trying to go to sleep, when I saw a large shadow go across the curtains of my window (my bed makes me face it so I tend to watch it). Now, my window is about 6 feet off the ground on the outside and this shadow (which looked like it was right in front of the window) reached the top of my window, which would be about 9 or so feet off the ground. Now, I know there are many rational explanations that could make a shadow look like that, but when it is one-thirty in the morning and you are tired, you don't tend to think rationally.

Of course, there was also the fact that someone walked past my window at that time of night. My neigbours are all older, and are not up at that time (at least outside) usually.

I haven't slept well in a week.

Oh! I almost forgot, a number of years ago a friend and I were camping in his backyard (quite a large yard, we were probably about a hundred meters from his house). We were having a great time, playing cards and talking, when we heard something someone moving around outside the tent. We were quite freaked out, the only logical thing we could think of was to go out there together, we had baseball bats, but we couldn't find anything anyone.

A bit relieved, we went back into the tent and went to sleep (I was sleeping on one side, under a tent window, and he was sleeping on the other side). When we woke up in the morning something was very strange. We were both on the opposite sides we were on (He was under the window and I was on the opposite side), and our tent was facing the opposite way. It had been facing the house, but was now facing the gully behind his house.

Probably the creepiest experience of my childhood.

Okay holy crap!

The creepiest thing that has ever happene to me IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!

My bedroom is in a basemant, and the only window I have is set at ground level. Right now, there is something at my window. It's night out, so I can just barely see the outline. From here on my bed, it looks like a giant wasp or something (a little bigger than my fist). Could just be a frog or something though. What worries me is that I keep hearing the damn thing beat it's wings off the window like a humingbird or an insect. Frogs don't have wings!

I'm too scared to get up and go look at it or open the window and yell at it.

Not as creepy as it is intensely strange:

I was trying to see how long I could stay awake and I had been up about 80 hours. I had just gotten out of the shower and was toweling off my hair in the mirror, brushing my teeth, etc.

After doing so for several minutes and staring rather dead-ly at my reflection, I came to the strangest realization:

I could hear my brain talking to all of my individual body parts. Now mind you, I don't take any sorts of drugs or anything; this was just pure exhaustion. But I could hear it telling my arms to move, my eyes to blink, everything. Like overhearing a conversation. It was very, very strange and still confuses the hell out of me every time I remember it.

Probably a http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luna_moth.

I played the Song of Storms (that song from Legend of Zelda games that summons a storm for the 1% of you here that don't know what I'm talking about) on my guitar, and it started to rain in real life.

My friends and I used to do alot of camping out in the woods when I was younger. One night after we all bedded down I woke sometime in the middle of the night by something but could not put my finger on just what it was that had awoken me. Then I noticed it was quiet. I mean totally silent. No crickets chirping, no tree frogs croaking... nothing. I laid there motionless for awhile, unwilling to call out to my friends in their own tents.

Suddenly, one of my friends called out from his tent and asked if any of us had heard that tree branch snap. I then realised that was what had awoken me. The loud snap. I called out and asked why there were no sounds in the woods and right after that, the crickets began to chirp again. We all came out and I had my Hudson Bay hatchet in hand as the campfire embers were re-kindled. We all sat around the fire until daylight, hardly talking and not above whispers, but nothing else out of the ordinary happened after that.

Sometimes, I get a weird sensation that brain is literally slowing down. It's takes what seems like moments to actually realize that I'm feeling this sensation, and it's over pretty quickly. It's always creepy when it happens. It's like my mind just hits a wall for a moment. Seriously, it freaks me out.

Yeah... I feel like wherever there's a ton of people, there are bound to be a ton of idiots. I've got to applaud you for sticking it to them--hard.

Now, the whole screaming in your dreams thing is odd. Did it coincide with, you know, the visit from a certain Van Sforza...?

Hrm. Fred sounds like a fun poltergeist. Sounds like the one we have over here. We call 'her' Towel-Flipper the Ineffable. We get the impression that it's a girl. And it enjoys flipping towels. I even saw her outline once. She only tends to be around when I'm pissed off, though, which is a damn shame.