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[telophase]

On an amusing note, when I searched Google Images for "mello's fabulous ass," the first two pictures were my current default icon of Mello staring upwards in horror, and my icon of L saying "I'm not wearing any pants."

And in other news: tell me ghost stories! Stories, anecdotes, weird little unexplained things that happened to you, someone in your family, a friend, some chick you knew in highschool, that sort of thing. Entertain me!



It's not much of a story, and I will point out that I'm a hardline skeptic, but the storyteller and anthropologist in me love hearing Stories of the Unexplained.* Mine happened right before my senior year of highschool. I was dating a guy at that point (didn't last long), and he came over to my house on a day when both my parents were gone - it was the week before school started, so they were both at work preparing. He and I were back in my room, making out, when I clearly heard the front door opening and a male voice call out "Steph?" The guy heard it too, and jumped off the bed, tucking his shirt and smoothing his hair, and we both left the room and walked down the hall ... to find there was no one there. He was shaken up enough that he left and went home.

(Skeptical explanation - I was nervous enough already at my parents possibly discovering us, since my dad didn't keep regular hours and could show up at any moment. I probably heard something and interpreted it as that, and my sudden, panicked reaction may have cued the guy that I thought someone was home. We didn't talk about it, so I really can't be sure what he did or did not hear. All I know for sure is that at that point, he said "I better go home" and left. But it makes a good story anyway. :D)





* And I won't argue with anyone that nothing happened - obviously something happened to them. I may disagree about the ultimate cause of said event (something neurological or psychological, mistaken identity, leaping to conclusions on incorrect data, hoax, etc.), but that's not the important part - the anthropologist in me thinks that the meaning of the event, the event's interpretation, and the social context are the important and interesting bits.

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[scorpionocean.livejournal.com]

ok, I got one. One time me and my sister were sitting downstairs watchin TV. There's this table against one wall that had a sheet of paper on it and all of a sudden this paper starts fluttering and shit like it's caught in a draft of air. I get up off the couch and wave my hands around lookin for this draft of air. Nothing. Wtf. We both saw that and just went on upstairs D:

[telophase.livejournal.com]

Hee. :D For the month or so after my dad died, objects on shelves near me seemed to hurl themselves off the shelves and at the floor at a high frequency. XD

Part I

[rachelmanija.livejournal.com]

My mother and I booked a hotel room in India. We got in, dumped our luggage, and I remarked, "It's kind of dark, isn't it?"

Mom said, "Nonsense, the sun's coming in through the windows."

Sure enough, the room was bright. But it still, somehow, felt dark. We left our luggage and skedaddled out to do touristy stuff.

When we returned, at night, the room still seemed dark, and we went round and turned on all the lights, even the bathroom ones, to get enough to read... although, again, really the regular lights were quite normally bright. There was just this odd feeling of darkness.

So we both sat down on our beds, facing in the same direction, and began to read. After a while, we got in a conversation about the room seeming vaguely spooky. After we'd chewed over that for a while, still facing the wall right in front of our beds, I suddenly noticed something on that wall that we'd been looking at for at least an hour at by then, and pointed to it. "What's that?"

Re: Part II

[rachelmanija.livejournal.com]

It was a reddish brown stain on the wall, about two feet off the ground and approximately the size of a basketball, and it looked exactly as if someone had thrown a bucket of paint against the wall. There were splatter marks, and it had dripped down to the floor, and the bottom of the drips were thicker.

The wall was otherwise painted white. This was an incredibly noticeable stain, we'd been looking in its direction for an hour, and I cannot imagine how we could have failed to notice it when we first arrived in the hotel, let alone after sitting there looking in its direction for an hour.

Mom and I stared at the wall. The feeling of spookiness was pretty intense by then, but unfortunately by then it was also too late to try to switch rooms. "How could we have both missed that?" asked Mom.

"Maybe it just appeared now," I suggested.

"Don't say that!" said Mom. "Anyway, it's just a paint stain."

"Funny that it's the exact color and thickness of dried blood," I said.

"Don't say that!" repeated Mom.

We ended up not-sleeping with the lights on, and booked it out of the hotel at dawn.

"There's a really big red stain on the wall," I told the hotel manager when we checked out."

He didn't look a bit surprised.

[badnoodles.livejournal.com]

My mother swears that she used to hear children playing in the attic of the house I grew up in. The house had been built in 1909, so there had been two or three owners and several children living there. She said that she could hear them running and laughing, and bouncing a ball. When I was little, I believed her, but now I think it was just big wood rats, raccoons, or possums.

My mom also swears that she's seen ghosts and dreams about women who've been murdered. I think she's got an overactive imagination and is highly suggestible from watching too much Law & Order.

[telophase.livejournal.com]

Mom's got squirrels living in the walls of the house at the moment - the handyman keeps plugging the holes and they keep finding or making new ones - and they do make a lot of weird noises.

Worms, Spice, Whatever

[bitpig.livejournal.com]

Okay, here's a weird one. Once upon a time, I was a prisoner in a Navy brig (never mind the details -- it's a long story) on Treasure Island in San Francisco Bay. One fine day, the brig's commanding officer summons me to his office and sits down across a desk from me. After a few moments of silence, he leans back in his chair and asks "Lewis, have you ever read Dune, by Frank Herbert?"

Somewhat taken aback by this unexpected line of questioning, I responded "The, uh, science fiction novel, sir? Yes, I have read it."

"Then you are familiar with the term 'Kwisatz Haderach'?"

This was really getting weird. "Uh, yes sir," I replied.

He leaned across the desk at me, templed his fingers, and spoke. "Lewis, did you ever wonder if you might be the Kwisatz Haderach?" He asked.

"Huh?" It was all I could think of to say. "Uh, me, sir? No!"

He looked at me for a moment, then waved towards the door. "Just wondering," he said. "Dismissed." I left, posthaste.

To this day I have no idea what the hell he was talking about. It really happened, though. It was in late 1985. I still don't understand it.

Re: Worms, Spice, Whatever

[telophase.livejournal.com]

Hee! That beats my friend Clint's Psycho Magnet that compels insane people to approach him randomly all the time and start explaining their theories on barcodes or one-world government or religion or aliens or whatever.

[wyrdness.livejournal.com]

My mum sometimes tells me about the time she was driving home late at night along some back lane between villages with a friend. It was a clear night, or so she says, but the road was hilly and at one point she had to go through a dip where some mist was hanging about for some inexplicable reason. She wasn't going very fast since she hates driving at night and is a careful driver anyway, but all of a sudden a person is right out in the middle of the road in front of her and though she braked hard she was absolutely convinced she'd hit them. Both her and her friend were pretty shook up, but they got out and they searched around for a good 15 minutes and found absolutely nothing, so eventually they got back in the care and continued home. My mum later found out that place was supposedly haunted and lots of other people had reported similar situations. My mum's friend also swears by this story, which is a bit strange in itself since she's the sort of no-nonsense, clear headed kind of person.

[telophase.livejournal.com]

darkelf below had a vaguely similar event with her car. And I answered with my Wales spooky story. XD

[darkelf105.livejournal.com]

Around my region in Ohio there is an urban legend about Gore Orphanage (except this has nothing to do with Gore Orphanage) so my best friend and I thought it would be great to drive out there on Halloween and see if we could see the ghostly children and hear the screams and what not...except we can't read a map...so it's around twilight and we are completely lost in the hilly, misty Ohio country side when we pass a burned out church. A smoky colored cat slinks out of the church, I swear, and starts to pace the car. I would look and sometimes see it in the hedges or among the reeds by the roadside. I keep asking my friend if she sees it and she says no, and I am really, really worried at this point, because I am positive I am going to hit it. Anyway, I swear I see it behind us on the road in the rearview mirror, and I turn around to see if it's really there, but my friend starts screaming because the road dead ends in a gruard rail and a cliff. I hit the guard rail and we just kinda sit there and I ask her if she saw the cat. Of course not, so with some awesome driving skills, I manage to back the car away from the dead end of death and we head back out of the valley. As we are heading out, the damn cat is in the headlights. I try to swerve, but I swear to God I hit it. The car sure as hell shuddered like I hit it. But when we stopped and looked, no blood, no body, no nothing. So we're turning around because at this part car accidents seem about the only thing awaiting us in these valleys when we pass the church. My friend screams again because she sees a gray colored cat in the yard of the building. I didn't see, but needless to say, cats on the road make me nervous to this day. I don't believe in ghosts, just cats abilities to fuck with you.

[telophase.livejournal.com]

When I was in Wales for a semester, one night I and a bunch of people watched The Silence of the Lambs in the room of some guys who lived in a hostel (dorm) in town, instead of on campus. Everyone else was spooked out enough to stay and watch about last night afterwards, but I hated that movie and had a paper I needed to write. So I set off back to my own hostel across town at night, not worried or nervous in the least.

I took the usual shortcut, which led through a sort of alley with houses on one side and a fence on the other. It was *pitch* dark. I could see just enough to know I wasn't running into a wall, but that was about it - if there were objects in front of me, I'd have tripped on them because I couldn't see them. About halfway through, there is this movement in the darkness, right next to my elbow, which caused me to jump out of my skin.

Turns out it was a completely black, fuzzy cat sitting on a fencepost at elbow height. XD

[keelieinblack.livejournal.com]

My ghost-history is so boring. I have nothing to contribute other than seeing the upstairs bathroom light-switch turn itself off when I was seven, and what I think was my dead grandfather showing up and staring at me for about five seconds when I was a teenager.

Then again, maybe 'boring' is a good thing in this case.

[telophase.livejournal.com]

I think "dead grandfather showing up and staring at me for about five seconds" gets to count as "not boring."* :) What were the circumstances?



* Especialy with that icon, which is FREAKING ME OUT.

[tammylee.livejournal.com]

Ooooh ghosts and other wierd stories!

When I was a baby my parents were in the habit of checking on me often in the night because I didn't cry very loud and they might not hear me. (Me? Quiet?!) One night my mom went to check on me and she couldn't enter my room. She said she pushed and pushed at the doorway, the door was open, but she couldn't step over the threshold. Finally it gave way and she stepped into the room. The room was very cold compared to the hall. She scooped me up and took me back to their room but the next day I had to be rushed to the hosptial with pneumonia.

Same house, a little later, my dad was up to check on me (why they kept me in that same room I don't know) and he had a bad feeling when he entered my nursery. He ran over to the crib and I had already started turning blue from not breathing. He performed mouth to mouth and brought me around again.

I was older and my brother was a baby, so I must have been three or four, and we were driving at dusk on our way home from someplace. My mom said they were driving on a bridge over a dried up lake/riverbed when the car suddenly died. My parents got out, with my baby brother, to look at the engine. I remember being annoyed because I had been napping and the car stopping woke me up. I don't remember anything else but my mom said she looked around the open hood to see if I was sleeping still and all the windows were fogged up and she couldn't see inside. She panicked and opened one of the doors to get at me and the engine suddenly started up again as if it had never stopped.

[telophase.livejournal.com]

Maybe you *are* your own strange presence! XD

[cschells.livejournal.com]

In September we stayed a couple of nights in my husband's family's old country manor house (I think the oldest part is from the 13th/14th century, with lots of add-ons over the years). It has a really bizarre layout, especially since the attempts to cheaply modernize it in the last century, so I was taking a shower in the morning in this funky shower tucked into what was probably once a big closet or servants quarters. Anyway, part way through my shower the water just stopped. I thought there was a kink in the hose, so I tried straightening it out. Didn't work. Called my husband, he couldn't do anything with the hose. But then he checked the knobs and they were tightly off. And I definitely didn't turn them off. There may be a plumbing/water-pressure explanation, but it was creepy all the same. (We had also had bats in the room the night before and a critter--probably a little thing called a loire--scampering and cavorting around in the attic above our room and down into the wall above our headboard for most of the night, so we were kind of primed to be freaked. But still...)

[janni.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty much a skeptic. Unless I'm at Cahokia Mounds in Illinois, or just about anywhere in Iceland, but especially Thingvellir.

Those two places, I could hear the past whispering all around me, and I wasn't about to risk telling it it wasn't there.

[tammylee.livejournal.com]

Those two places, I could hear the past whispering all around me, and I wasn't about to risk telling it it wasn't there.

Eek, yes. History weighs heavy in some places. Its like the land remembers.

[thomasyan.livejournal.com]

A friend of mine got an inexplicable feeling that her boyfriend (on a ship half way around the world?) had died. The next day, she found out he had indeed died right around then.

That's gotta be a freak coincidence, right? But why would cause her to think he had died in the first place?

Aside: There is a strong sedative that is sometimes given to severely depressed people. Guess what one of the side effects is? An unexplained, vague sense of impending doom. I'll bet that it sure is reassuring to know in your gut that something super bad is about to happen, but to not know what or why.

**

One day I was happily asleep, and was woken up by a burglar shaking my bed. I was scared by puzzled: Why would an intruder (a) wake me up on purpose, and (b) do it by shaking the bed? Then I realized it was an earthquake.

**

I was on in a hut on an island in Thailand with two friends. The only way to get off was via boat. There were no lucks on the door, and the windows were just openings in the bamboo walls. So at night, when it was pitch black, I heard an intruder creeping around. I was scared and didn't know what to do. Should I warn my friends? But maybe we should all pretend to be asleep and they wouldn't harm us, in which case betraying that we (or at least I) was awake was a bad idea.

It turned out to be that my friend was thirsty and had gotten up for a drink of water.

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A daughter of friends of the family *loves* horror movies, even though they scare the bejesus out of her. Well, one of her friends worked for a radio, and they received this uber-creepy tape, with no return address, that at the end implied they'd die in 7 days.

This turned out be a clever marketing ploy for The Ring. (And maybe it didn't have anything about 7 days. It probably would have worked pretty well with just the contents of the videotape as shown in the movie.)

[arinye.livejournal.com]

Hee! I remember as a kid waking up, thinking 'now why on Earth would Dad get it into his head to shake my bed? I know he likes to mess with me, but that's a little much..' and then I realized it was an earthquake.

One more

[thomasyan.livejournal.com]

My second grade teacher said one day she was at home reading a magazine, and her daughter was flopped down on the floor, near the coffee table, doing her own thing. Then they both heard a repetitive thump that had the cadence of a heartbeat!

Her daughter felt for her own pulse, and sure enough, the timing coincided. Apparently her leg pressed against the coffee table was achieving a resonance that ampliflied her heartbeat loud enough for them both to hear it!

Which reminds me -- dang I love xkcd! http://xkcd.com/c228.html

[rachelmanija.livejournal.com]

By the way, the scariest ghost story I have ever read or heard is in Mikal Gilmore's memoir Shot in the Heart, about his appallingly fucked-up family which included Gary Gilmore, the famous murderer. His mother is convinced that the family is haunted, and Mikal thinks she's projecting her feelings that the family is haunted by violence and emotional pain onto ghosts, but he quotes some of her ghost stories and they are terrifying.

[telophase.livejournal.com]

Annoyingly, although we have the book and it is not checked out, it is missing from the shelf it's supposed to be on. :P

[cicer.livejournal.com]

I feel so terribly mundane. I've never had a supernatural experience that I recall. That might be why I'm such a skeptic about these things. Still, I'd like to have at least one ghost story! I think I'll ask my mother if she remembers anything odd happening to me. There's gotta be something!

[sorceressakemi.livejournal.com]

Mm, I have a bunch. Here's one from several years ago.

When my brother was younger (maybe five), he would get up in the night, as little kids do, to go climb in bed with mom or tell her about a bad dream he'd had or what have you. Whenever he did this, he'd thump down the hall (the hall echoes something fierce). The sound was very distinctive.

Anyway, one night my mother was awakened by the sound of my brother thumping down the hall. Thinking this was nothing unusual, she waited for him to open her door and tell her about whatever was wrong. When he didn't appear, she got up to investigate. He was still back in his bed, fast asleep.

I remember waking up briefly that night at the sound (my room being directly adjacent to that hall), so I don't think she was imagining it. At other times, we'd heard a small child giggling or the sound of a flute playing in that area of the house.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

I think the creepiest thing that happened to me is our family's ghost. We don't know where he came from but my mom calls him David. The house I grew up in my grandparents built in the 1950s, so it's never been out of our family and there's no one in our family named David.

I didn't believe my mom's stories about David, at all. She used to tell me when I was wee that David made the automatic garage door go up and down sometimes. Occasionally I'd hear creaks from the upstairs that sounded like footsteps, or could be the house settling. All things I dismissed.

I was in high school, working on this messy math problem with all my stuff spread out all over the bed. I went downstairs to get a drink and noticed that my mom had gone out to eat. Never bothered me being home alone, so I trot back upstairs.

My math book is closed on the bed, and all my stuff is gone. I couldn't have been gone for more than five minutes, and I hadn't heard anything move. I ended up finding my calculator, protractor, compass and pencils in my underwear drawer, under all my bras.

I told my mom about this when she got home and she interupted my story, saying "let me guess...you found everything mixed in with your underwear?" Apparently the ghost used to do that to her, too, when she was young.

Needless to say, I don't doubt that David exists anymore. >__>;

[lady-noremon.livejournal.com]

David sounds kinda pervy....

[arkanefyre.livejournal.com]

I used to live in this old, run-down bungalow until my current house finnished construction. The door to my room would open and slam shut all the time. It scared the hell out of me the first time it happened, but after a few times, I got used to it, and just ignore it when it happens. I have no idea why the door only opens and shuts when I'm in the room, though.

Freaky though, is my economics teacher. She told us that she's had 5 boyfriends in the past, the last being her current husband. The other four all died commiting suicide.

[rushthatspeaks.livejournal.com]

When I was fairly small, my dad went away on a business trip. I'm sure he'd done it before, but it was the first time I was old enough to register his being gone, and I was incredibly upset-- cried and cried, couldn't be convinced he was ever actually coming back, etc.. Eventually I'd cried so much that I wore out both my mother and myself, so she gave me a snack and went to take a short nap.

While I was eating, the door opened and my dad walked in, wearing the clothes he'd worn when he left with his coat and hat and carrying his briefcase. He didn't come from the garage door, the way he always went in and out, but from the outside door, to the porch. He said he'd come to tell me that it really was okay and that he was going to be back in a couple of days, and that I should try to stop crying so hard because I'd make myself sick. Then he patted me on the head and went out the way he'd come in.

I ran and woke up my mother and told her that Dad had been home. She was very confused, wondering if he was back early, if something had gone wrong, and why she hadn't heard the car, but I said, no, he'd just come home for a minute to tell me it was okay and now he was back on his trip again. She told me that that couldn't possibly have happened, because he was supposed to be on a flight hundreds of miles away at that point in time, but I knew he really had because he'd touched me and I'd felt it, so I accepted that Mom was confused about something and didn't press the point.

By the time he got back several days later, I'd almost forgotten, and it would never have occurred to me to ask him about it. Nothing about it struck me as odd until years after the fact. I am not prone to hallucinations, especially not tactile ones. I never have asked my father about it; I'm fairly certain both that something really came and that it wasn't actually my father. Whatever it was, though, it was kind to me.

[m00nface.livejournal.com]

My dad, his brother and sister were brought up in my grandparents' large house in Brixton, London. My grandfather moved out and remarried, my dad, aunt and uncle also moved out as they grew up, and my grandmother lived there alone until I was in my teens.

The house was Victorian, with the large main door at street level and a small servants' entrance down a curved flight of narrow steps, but by the time I was on the scene the main living quarters were on the below-ground floor, with only the bathroom and spare rooms still in use on the floors above. It was a hide-and-seek paradise, with all my dad's family's toys and books remaining, and there was even a playroom on the top floor, a room I remember as usually clear but for a rocking horse, a rocking giraffe and maybe a couple of other big toys that needed space. I'm not entirely sure because I didn't go up there much, even when staying for days at a time.

As a child I had a great imagination and an appetite for reading anything and everything I could get my hands on (I'm not sure if the one begat the other) so it's unsurprising that I was scared of the dark. In that house in particular though, as soon as it became dusk I wouldn't go above the comfortable, well-lit lowest floor where all my family were, not alone. On occasion I remember being forced to by my family, chivvying me upstairs with the standard "Don't be silly, there's nothing there! Just use the toilet and come straight back!" That main door seemed larger, the corridor longer when it wasn't flooded with light. Sometimes desperation got me to the bathroom and back, but I was running all the way, always terrified and sometimes in tears.

Just going to the first floor on my own was horrible, even when I was staying in a bedroom there. The thought of going any higher was unthinkable. Even in the daytime I can remember being on that top floor on my own only once, and I remember not staying long, though I would still want to drag my mother away from her tea and biscuits to play with me up there. By the time I got old enough to want to dismiss my childhood fears and began to feel a greater appreciation for the house as a part of history, my grandmother moved.

Last year, I mentioned these memories in passing to my aunt, with a laugh of, "Wasn't that childish?" She looked straight at me and said, "No, you were right." She then told me of her own childhood, filled with unexplained footsteps, creaks, voices, door openings and closes, a face when she looked through the keyhole of one room they never opened - leading off from the top floor's playroom. "We always told you not to be silly when you wouldn't go upstairs on your own, but we knew what you were feeling and why. That house is evil, and it gets worse the higher you go."

My aunt told me many of her experiences last year, which continue to this day, and while I'm about as receptive as a brick I'm very far from being a skeptic. Too many experiences for just one person with various witnesses. I've never spoken to my dad about the house, but my uncle, as matter-of-fact and logic-based as my dad but closer to my aunt in age, corroborated everything listed above but the face - he didn't like going into that room either.

[rachelmanija.livejournal.com]

a face when she looked through the keyhole of one room they never opened

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

OK, I am freaked out now.

[homasse.livejournal.com]

heh--my mom scared away a ghost once, which should say a lot about my mom. >XD

[telophase.livejournal.com]

XD Do tell!

[bpggle.livejournal.com]

Hey, telophase, tell about the apartment you lived in during senior year in college!

[telophase.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, that one. XD It was the top floor of a two-story house that had been converted to apartments, with two on bottom and one on top.

1) There was a plethora of invisible cats - the ones that are most likely produced by air currents moving your sheets against your skin while you're in bed, but which feel exactly like a cat has jumped up on the bed and curled up against you. I've never felt that many before or since.

2) One night I felt the side of my bed depress as if someone had sat down on it.

3) One morning I was awoken by a voice in my ear whispering the word "Friends."

4) One of my roommates, who slept in the room next to the stairs, would periodically hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Nobody else could get to them - we had a deadbolt on the bottom door as well as on the top.

5) One time we were getting in my car to go to the movies. The parking area was what used to be the back yard of the house, and I had parked close enough to a bush that I had to back out so that the person riding shotgun could use the door. So I and the first roommate were in the car, and had just backed out when we saw the other roommate, whose name was also Stephanie, standing outside, jump, and look around wildly. When she got in the car, she said that she heard a voice that sounded as if it were coming from the porch of the second downstairs apartment, which was right behind her. It said "Stephanie!" Us two in the car didn't hear anything, and we had been looking at Stephanie, and the porch behind her, and there was nothing there.

There may have been more, but I don't remember. The other Stephanie refused to stay there alone, but she was worried about mad rapists dragging ladders over to the windows and climbing in, not supernatural things, and she spent nights that us other two were gone over at her boyfriend's house.

The two residents in the bottom half of the house were a bit odd, but nice in our infrequent interactions with them. One was an old lady who got lots of astrology magazines - that were often mis-delivered to our apartment - and never left her apartment, and the other was a man named Gary who was an accountant, our landlords told us. However his car was there all day and gone all night, so we decided he was probably a vampire accountant. His was the porch that the mysterious "Stephanie!" was heard from.

[harukami]

I have ...several (w-when they were happening regularly I started to joke about being a magnet for that kind of weird stuff), but I'm not comfortable sharing most of them publically. XD I'd be willing to email, but I understand that probably undercuts the purpose of this post. Just that most of them involve other people/witnessess who might not want it talked about publically, so. But if you'll gimme your email address I can send them there!

[thinks]

the only one I can think of which doesn't involve others is when I was up staying with a friend. She lived in this old house. And I'm severely insomniac -- like, I don't hallucinate or anything (I AM SURE SOME MIGHT DISAGREE FROM MY STORIES) and I've never suffered sleep paralysis, and stuff, I just take several hours to get to sleep. And every night around 1 am, in this house, I would hear the sound of a woman in hard high heels clicking her way down the hall to the bathroom, followed by the very distinctive clatter of a dog following behind on the hardwood floor. Five minutes later they'd go back the other way.

But the door was open and even as I heard them pass I never saw anything, and the household didn't own a dog.

Never asked about it, though, 'cause like I said I was apparently ATTRACTING weird shit at that point and I didn't want to dig things up or make people uncomfortable.

[harukami]

Oh, a few more.

The doll story:

When I was... it was sometime between when I was three and five, because I don't remember further back than three, and my parents divorced around when I was five. Anyway. It was one of those insomniac nights. I slept with my closet open back then, and all the dolls were kept on the shelves. So, I was just trying to sleep -- and my bed faced the closet.

And then all of a sudden this horrible music started up. I remember it vaguely still because I kept hearing echoes of it throughout my life (haven't for a few years, but up until I was 20 or so, sometimes at night I'd hear it from a park nearby, floating in, always at night. Distantly though. U-uh the creepiest part of that is that it wasn't even the same house. Anyway). THIS music wasn't distant, it was loud and jarring and the dolls were whisked off the shelves and were dancing in the air. It came with this... incredible feeling of malevolence. That's the only reason I remember this thing when I was a TINY CHILD so clearly, and still get chills -- it came with this crawling not right at all feeling, which. With a vocabulary at my current age I'd call a feeling of 'abomination', which is a hardcore word for dancing dolls, but. Yeah. I screamed. The dolls dropped to the floor and the music cut off. Mom came running down the hall and flung the door open. She kept trying to tell me I'd had a nightmare, and wouldn't listen when I said I'd been awake and the dolls were still on the floor.

I refused to sleep with the closet door open until I was 19 or so. XD

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I've had a number of ...projections, I guess? Lots of times when my parents were asleep I'd be lying awake trying to sleep and a grayed out image of one of them would walk through the closed door and sit down in my rocking chair and watch me for a while before heading off. (If it was mom, sometimes she'd hum.) This stopped happening about the time I was 12, either because my imagination got less active, or because they stopped worrying constantly. XD I'd... assume the latter, though I don't think of myself as particularly convinceable, just because to this day despite KNOWING th elikelihood I was tryng to comfort MYSELF as a kid, I always found it 'Huh?' at the time more than comforting, and they still feel perfectly real.

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Then there was the time one of mom's friends heard I had all kinds of experiences (I GUESS SHE TALKED ABOUT THEM ;;;; ) and called her up in a panic one morning. I ...didn't want to get involved because I was headed to an anime con and getting into my cosplay and really didn't want a three-hour setback to make me late for the first day. But mom insisted on driving me out to 'check out' what was wrong at her friend's place.

So, her friend, E, was a small and not particularly strong woman. She'd woken up that morning from a dream of the house resting on its roof to find all of the furniture in the apartment outside of her bedroom turned upside down. She'd woken up, got out, left the room and -- all of it. Including the huge solid oak table that needs two people to carry, let alone turn over. All of the stuff that had been on the tables/chairs/end tables/etc etc had been put in neat, tidy piles to one side. It was... an incredibly surreal experience to walk into an apartment like that. She was in hysterics, crying and stuff. H-her cat was asleep comfortably on the underside of an armchair. XD; (Cats.)

Anyway... I... often get weird feelings off things, but her place felt like a totally normal apartment despite looking completely surreal. No 'creepy' or 'cold' or 'wrong' feelings or anything. So I told her that WHILE I HARDLY KNEW (THX MOM) it sounded like it was a one-off thing WHO KNOWS. She told me she once had her life saved by what she called a guardian angel (she was actually a nuclear physicist working in Texas up until she moved to Canada to become a poet, true story XD -- and she'd gone into one of those cold storage rooms and the door had swung shot and locked behind her. She'd been passing out from the cold when she felt someone pick her up. She woke up a while later, on the other side of the door and otherwise still alone), but... It doesn't seem related, even if I believed/knew it to be true, you know?

...Yeah.

[arinye.livejournal.com]

I saw the Tooth Fairy when I was wee. No shit. I'd gone to sleep, with my tooth under my pillow, and I woke up some time late at night (the only glow-inna-dark clock in the house at the time was in the guest room, so I'm not sure), and there was a bright light, with no source, in the room.

Also, once at camp I saw a doppleganger of my 'bunk leader'. We were getting ready for the annual water war, I was tying my shoe, she walked past me to go outside and said 'come on, are you going to be there all day?' and I ran out and followed her, and then I saw her coming down from the dining hall up the hill... which is where she'd been since lunch.

[awamiba.livejournal.com]

In the house that my parents live in (in CS), from day one, I've heard voices in the corner of the front bedroom and "seen" out of the corner of my eye a man wearing flannel. The voices are pretty random, just conversations that seem to be coming from afar and not necessarily in the same time frame we're in. I'm not the only one that has heard them (though I'd never discussed them with the other people before they heard them). The flannel man seems to be something only I see. He's not scary. He's inspecting the molding or staring out the window. Very boring.


I also have the sleep paralysis problem from time to time. It was scary the first time, but amusing ever since.

[telophase.livejournal.com]

I love that other people get relatives or strange, frightening presences and you get a home inspector. XD

[wyrdness.livejournal.com]

Oh! I just remembered another one... It didn't really spook me out though, which is probably why I forgot about it.

When I was about 18 I lived with my older sister for around a year. She lives in a mid-terrace house, but at the time I was there no-one lived in the house on the right. For some reason if you'd go in to the large spare bedroom at about 11pm at night you could hear piano music coming from the empty house and it would play for about 30 minutes before stopping, but you couldn't hear it from anywhere else in my sister's place. Just before I moved out a family moved in to the empty house, we asked them if they could hear the music late at night but they said they couldn't, even if we still could. I've been back to my sister's place a ton of times since then and I always stay in the spare room, but I haven't heard it since I moved out.

I'm sure I have others, but I still can't think of them.