|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 4:08 pm
you have any spooky stories? any thing going bump in the night at your place? id love to here about them XD
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 8:40 pm
I'm about the only thing that goes bump in the night at my place. It kinda sucks, my old place was better.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 9:35 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 4:55 pm
In my sisters room, her and her boyfriends walked in, everything on the top shelve in her closet came flying out on the floor.
another time a and my mother have woken up to see something hovering over us.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 7:39 pm
hummmmm i hate the floaty thinggys.
at my old place this guy with a knife would walk thru my room crying
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 8:42 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 1:54 pm
In my old apt. my cousin had a man in her corner and a little girl in the bathroom. they were connected somehow
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 9:53 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 3:43 pm
in my old house,i could hear scratching noises in the wall
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:47 pm
ooooo i hate those some of my old homes the doors would slam
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:25 am
I've been having strange experiences since I was a child.
The most intense and terrible experiences were at the last house I lived in.
When we'd first moved in back in 2002, there was only minimal activity. I had my own room with a bathroom... and I always felt like someone was watching me. I got flashes in my mind's eye that it was an old man... and he wasn't super happy with me and my lifestyle (sex drugs and rocknroll)... I found out a little later from the previous owner that her husband had basically lingered and died in my room. A few times I could even see a dark shadow pacing my room. That was really the extent of it at that time.
In 2004, there was issues between myself and my parents and I left. I was gone and never came back untill 2007. There had been many different people in and out living in my room since then... most of them very negative/shitty people.
I was back in my old room and this time, the experiences were much more intense and very negative. I still felt the prescence of the old man, but there was something else as well.
Weird s**t would happen during the day sometimes, but mostly at night. I would get touched... like I would be laying in bed and something would GRAB my foot... and sometimes it would be like as if someone was gently running thier hands up my leg, or my arm. Very often, day and night, disembodied voices would litterally ******** SCREAM and YELL in my ear... but there was nothing there, and it was nothing like voices carrying through the house... it was right there, right in my ******** ear. And I could never make any sense of what the voices were saying. It was always just like someone screaming bloody ******** murder.
As activity increased, my hair would get pulled at night. I usually put my hair in a ponytail, and at first, little bits/strands would be pulled out, wich I would smooth back... then right after I would adjust my hair, larger chunks would be pulled out. I can clearly remember one instance, totatlly awake... I could FEEL the slow tugging and then a chunk of hair almost, like.. gently being draped over my face. Everynight, I felt this heavy, oppressive force in my room... sometimes so ******** thick and heavy I thought I could ******** reach out and touch it. The grabbing and touching turned into slaps and scratches. I would wake up with weird random bruises and cuts/scratchmarks. Random things (jewelry, knicknacks, flowers) in my room would end up missing and either be somewhere senseless in the house, or never turn up at all (even when looked for later during moving out and everything is cleared out and picked through).
At the peak of activity... I really only remember the most impacting terrifying things. During this time I was constantly bombarded by the most awful of nightmares... and I was only sleeping during the day, because it was ******** impossible to sleep at night. I'm going to seperate the incidents I remeber the most vividly, going from less intense to ********. In the middle of the day, while working on an art project for a college class, something slapped me. Hard. Across the face. Then laughed/screamed in my ear. I just kind of sat there in complete shock for a while.
2. I was in bed, trying to sleep because I had to be up in the morning for some reason. I couldn't sleep because it was just ******** oppressive and scary as ******** (mind you, I am NOT the type of person who's scared of the dark...this was more of a FEELING). I felt this overwhelming sense of fear and panic, and reverting back to Catholic roots, I prayed. I recited the Our Father (heh, the only one I can ever really remember) and right as I was getting to the "Amen" part, something punched me right in the guts. It was so hard, it knocked the wind out of me... felt like it went right through me. it hurt so bad I was ******** crying and in the fetal position and utter disbelief. I gathered up enough courage to go to the family room (wich was litterally right outside my bedroom door) and spent the rest of the dark hours wide the ******** awake on the couch, tv and light on.
3. Yet again, I'm in bed. I'd just put out the light and started getting under the covers. Very suddenly, I couldn't move my body. I could hear the tv on in the family room and knew my mom was out there... like... five ******** steps from my bedroom door, sitting in a chair. I tried to yell for her and my voice would barely make a whisper... I tried so hard to scream for help, and like a nightmare, only muffled scratchings would come out. As I tried to move, tried to scream, my bathroom door started sliding open. I ******** s**t you not, there was this... this ******** THING. Call it a demon. I really don't ******** know. It looked like a grey alien, but it's skin was mouldy-looking and scaley/horned... the eyes were red and black, like burning coals. It came out of my bathroom and it ******** looked right at me. It ******** looked right right into my eyes and it ******** opened its needle-tooth-filled mouth and ******** HISSED at me. Then, it just walked right over to my door and walked right the ******** out of my room. As soon as I could move, I ran right the hell out of there. I was already in the throws of questioning reality. And then. Then my mom asks me as I stood right outside my door, "What were you doing in the kitchen?" I walked around in front of her, "I wasn't in the kitchen. I've been in my room." And I guess I was paler than usual and I know I was shaking... and she says, "But I just heard you walk through into the kitchen... Have you been throwing up?... You look sick." I sat on the couch and tried my best to tell her what just happened. Weird s**t had been happening to her too, but nothing even close to this. To this day, I still ******** question it. I know it wasn't sleep paralysis. I know it wasn't ******** lucid dreaming. I KNOW what I saw and felt and heard. And my mom ******** heard it too. She heard my bedroom door open and footsteps come out and go into the kitchen and a shadow cast across the living room, matching the footsteps. Seriously. Nothing tops this in horrifying experiences and I wouldn't even wish something like that upon my worst enemy.
There were a few other notable weirdnesses about that place... The cats NEVER wanted to be inside the house at night. They would ******** HOWL/SCREAM untill let outside at night. Our Blue & Yellow Macaw parrot, Merlin, would often make these horrible "demonic" sounds and scream... not just a regular parrot scream, it sounded like a woman screaming for her life. He would also sometimes just freak the hell out for no reason and run as far away from where ever it was he was perched (Here's the weird part, since moving, he no longer makes demonic noises or sounds like he's being murdered... nor does he freak out and try to panic-flutter away from places like he did). My bf during that time only spent the full night all of maybe three times... He would wake up suddenly and ALWAYS just his left eye would be BLOOD ******** RED and he'd have this massive migraine and be all in panic-attack mode... so we'd go back to his house at like 3 in the morning and litterally by the time we got about a mile away, his eye would be normal again, migraine and panic-attack would be totally gone. The same eye thing and migraine would also happen to my best friend Laura, and she would also get violently puking ill. Most of my friends that spent one or two nights there, would never spend the night again. Hang out late maybe, or all night and sleep in the day... but never spend the night sleeping (or trying to).
I know this is a HUGE wall of text. I'm sorry. But this kind of s**t has been a part of my whole life. All of this was just the worst. I don't know how much I believe in demons and demonic activity, but I know it was the most painfully negative thing I have ever experience in my life. Towards then end of living there, not only were things manifesting paranormaly, but it seemed to be affecting all of us... I was constantly sick/ill, mentally and physically. My mother was also extremely depressed and suddenly started having really bad problems with a couple of her teeth just rotting out of her head. My step dad was having extreme breathing problems and couldn't sleep except for sitting upright. My cat died. Then my great-grandmother died. Then my grandfather died very suddenly. Then I found out my bf was stringing me along while being with another girl. The week we were moving out, I was in a very bad car accident in wich I bashed my skull on the metal roof of my cutlass. A so-called friend tried to rape me the next night, and when I flipped my s**t and said NO, HE CALLED THE ******** COPS AND HAD ME BAKER-ACTED (he got what he deserved though, because cops searched his house and found the pot plants he was growing... stupid ********). I spent two weeks in a "behavioral rehabilitation center" (basically a precursor to being put in the looney-bin). During that time at the house, my parents were packing and moving into the new house... When I got out, I refused to go into the house alone to pack the rest of my things.
Since moving, EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE FOR MYSELF AND MY WHOLE FAMILY HAS IMPROVED 100%.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 2:46 pm
Kurotenshi77 (cuz hitting quote would be insane) DOOD wow... crazy s**t like that has happed to some of my friends. one time my friend went out side to take a dog blanket off the line <- she would have the bitches sleep on it when it was that time> and when she walked back she was dripping blood mostly the face there was some thing living in the tree the blanket was on. some odd things happen to me too on time i was taking a shower in my old house and i lost control in my rite arm and started to choke my self but no one was home so i had to fight with my other arm to get it off
an other time after we had moved my dad was working in the office in the back so i went in to say hi cuz i was in town and i never get to see him. so i went in and after being there for 10 min i could taste blood so i put my finger in my mouth and saw blood so i kindly excused my self...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 2:07 pm
Kurotenshi77 I've been having strange experiences since I was a child. The most intense and terrible experiences were at the last house I lived in. When we'd first moved in back in 2002, there was only minimal activity. I had my own room with a bathroom... and I always felt like someone was watching me. I got flashes in my mind's eye that it was an old man... and he wasn't super happy with me and my lifestyle (sex drugs and rocknroll)... I found out a little later from the previous owner that her husband had basically lingered and died in my room. A few times I could even see a dark shadow pacing my room. That was really the extent of it at that time. In 2004, there was issues between myself and my parents and I left. I was gone and never came back untill 2007. There had been many different people in and out living in my room since then... most of them very negative/shitty people. I was back in my old room and this time, the experiences were much more intense and very negative. I still felt the prescence of the old man, but there was something else as well. Weird s**t would happen during the day sometimes, but mostly at night. I would get touched... like I would be laying in bed and something would GRAB my foot... and sometimes it would be like as if someone was gently running thier hands up my leg, or my arm. Very often, day and night, disembodied voices would litterally ******** SCREAM and YELL in my ear... but there was nothing there, and it was nothing like voices carrying through the house... it was right there, right in my ******** ear. And I could never make any sense of what the voices were saying. It was always just like someone screaming bloody ******** murder. As activity increased, my hair would get pulled at night. I usually put my hair in a ponytail, and at first, little bits/strands would be pulled out, wich I would smooth back... then right after I would adjust my hair, larger chunks would be pulled out. I can clearly remember one instance, totatlly awake... I could FEEL the slow tugging and then a chunk of hair almost, like.. gently being draped over my face. Everynight, I felt this heavy, oppressive force in my room... sometimes so ******** thick and heavy I thought I could ******** reach out and touch it. The grabbing and touching turned into slaps and scratches. I would wake up with weird random bruises and cuts/scratchmarks. Random things (jewelry, knicknacks, flowers) in my room would end up missing and either be somewhere senseless in the house, or never turn up at all (even when looked for later during moving out and everything is cleared out and picked through). At the peak of activity... I really only remember the most impacting terrifying things. During this time I was constantly bombarded by the most awful of nightmares... and I was only sleeping during the day, because it was ******** impossible to sleep at night. I'm going to seperate the incidents I remeber the most vividly, going from less intense to ********... 1. In the middle of the day, while working on an art project for a college class, something slapped me. Hard. Across the face. Then laughed/screamed in my ear. I just kind of sat there in complete shock for a while. 2. I was in bed, trying to sleep because I had to be up in the morning for some reason. I couldn't sleep because it was just ******** oppressive and scary as ******** (mind you, I am NOT the type of person who's scared of the dark...this was more of a FEELING). I felt this overwhelming sense of fear and panic, and reverting back to Catholic roots, I prayed. I recited the Our Father (heh, the only one I can ever really remember) and right as I was getting to the "Amen" part, something punched me right in the guts. It was so hard, it knocked the wind out of me... felt like it went right through me. it hurt so bad I was ******** crying and in the fetal position and utter disbelief. I gathered up enough courage to go to the family room (wich was litterally right outside my bedroom door) and spent the rest of the dark hours wide the ******** awake on the couch, tv and light on. 3. Yet again, I'm in bed. I'd just put out the light and started getting under the covers. Very suddenly, I couldn't move my body. I could hear the tv on in the family room and knew my mom was out there... like... five ******** steps from my bedroom door, sitting in a chair. I tried to yell for her and my voice would barely make a whisper... I tried so hard to scream for help, and like a nightmare, only muffled scratchings would come out. As I tried to move, tried to scream, my bathroom door started sliding open. I ******** s**t you not, there was this... this ******** THING. Call it a demon. I really don't ******** know. It looked like a grey alien, but it's skin was mouldy-looking and scaley/horned... the eyes were red and black, like burning coals. It came out of my bathroom and it ******** looked right at me. It ******** looked right right into my eyes and it ******** opened its needle-tooth-filled mouth and ******** HISSED at me. Then, it just walked right over to my door and walked right the ******** out of my room. As soon as I could move, I ran right the hell out of there. I was already in the throws of questioning reality. And then. Then my mom asks me as I stood right outside my door, "What were you doing in the kitchen?" I walked around in front of her, "I wasn't in the kitchen. I've been in my room." And I guess I was paler than usual and I know I was shaking... and she says, "But I just heard you walk through into the kitchen... Have you been throwing up?... You look sick." I sat on the couch and tried my best to tell her what just happened. Weird s**t had been happening to her too, but nothing even close to this. To this day, I still ******** question it. I know it wasn't sleep paralysis. I know it wasn't ******** lucid dreaming. I KNOW what I saw and felt and heard. And my mom ******** heard it too. She heard my bedroom door open and footsteps come out and go into the kitchen and a shadow cast across the living room, matching the footsteps. Seriously. Nothing tops this in horrifying experiences and I wouldn't even wish something like that upon my worst enemy. There were a few other notable weirdnesses about that place... The cats NEVER wanted to be inside the house at night. They would ******** HOWL/SCREAM untill let outside at night. Our Blue & Yellow Macaw parrot, Merlin, would often make these horrible "demonic" sounds and scream... not just a regular parrot scream, it sounded like a woman screaming for her life. He would also sometimes just freak the hell out for no reason and run as far away from where ever it was he was perched (Here's the weird part, since moving, he no longer makes demonic noises or sounds like he's being murdered... nor does he freak out and try to panic-flutter away from places like he did). My bf during that time only spent the full night all of maybe three times... He would wake up suddenly and ALWAYS just his left eye would be BLOOD ******** RED and he'd have this massive migraine and be all in panic-attack mode... so we'd go back to his house at like 3 in the morning and litterally by the time we got about a mile away, his eye would be normal again, migraine and panic-attack would be totally gone. The same eye thing and migraine would also happen to my best friend Laura, and she would also get violently puking ill. Most of my friends that spent one or two nights there, would never spend the night again. Hang out late maybe, or all night and sleep in the day... but never spend the night sleeping (or trying to). I know this is a HUGE wall of text. I'm sorry. But this kind of s**t has been a part of my whole life. All of this was just the worst. I don't know how much I believe in demons and demonic activity, but I know it was the most painfully negative thing I have ever experience in my life. Towards then end of living there, not only were things manifesting paranormaly, but it seemed to be affecting all of us... I was constantly sick/ill, mentally and physically. My mother was also extremely depressed and suddenly started having really bad problems with a couple of her teeth just rotting out of her head. My step dad was having extreme breathing problems and couldn't sleep except for sitting upright. My cat died. Then my great-grandmother died. Then my grandfather died very suddenly. Then I found out my bf was stringing me along while being with another girl. The week we were moving out, I was in a very bad car accident in wich I bashed my skull on the metal roof of my cutlass. A so-called friend tried to rape me the next night, and when I flipped my s**t and said NO, HE CALLED THE ******** COPS AND HAD ME BAKER-ACTED (he got what he deserved though, because cops searched his house and found the pot plants he was growing... stupid ********). I spent two weeks in a "behavioral rehabilitation center" (basically a precursor to being put in the looney-bin). During that time at the house, my parents were packing and moving into the new house... When I got out, I refused to go into the house alone to pack the rest of my things. Since moving, EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE FOR MYSELF AND MY WHOLE FAMILY HAS IMPROVED 100%. would the creatures skin be kinda like ur avis skin?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 3:16 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
