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2007-10-31 3:06:50 PM  
One time I came home and found there were all these tiny little bright red lipstick kisses all over the kitchen counter. But the house was empty except for me and the cat.
 
2007-10-31 3:07:18 PM  
My family and I moved into a new (older) house 6 months ago. Doors slam, the doorbell rings for no reason (we finally disabled it) and about two months after we moved in, we started getting mail for a lady named Ruth Patterson. The neighbors have no idea who she is/was, and the people who lived there before us and built the house was definitely not named Patterson.

The first piece of mail we received was from a convent, thanking Ruth for her donation of funds to build bathroom ramps for the elderly sisters so they don't hurt themselves going into the bathroom at night. Other pieces of mail have indicated that Ruth has lived in our house since 1992. I threw them away at first, but now I keep them all. About a month ago, the mail suddenly stopped.

Other things have included strange and unexplained noises, and items being moved or out of place. I don't know if something paranormal is going on, but I'm sufficiently freaked out.
 
2007-10-31 3:09:38 PM  
I wish I had a ghost story. I have several friends that do.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

/don't got stories, but do have pics!

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2007-10-31 3:10:00 PM  
sortanerd: rebelyell2006: sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?

We can take care of that. After all, this is fark, where every male is a stud and every female is a playboy model. And everybody here farks three times a day unprotected without getting any STDs, and still has enough energy to work out in the gym. And everybody here can get drunk off their ass without any hangovers.

and none of us ever play warhammer either, eh?
//Witch Hunters and Space Wolves.


Your username is misleading to say the least...

boringmike: i144.photobucket.com

Jesus christ, not those pictures.

If I see any more of them, it will be adblock time.

/Still scary ever since I first saw them as a child.
 
2007-10-31 3:10:10 PM  
one time i was in our church sorting and putting away fireworks from our firework stand when i heard an soft sad sigh. like the ghost of someone who was tired of killing people to sate their bloodthirst but would still do it to maintain their quasi-existence. i moved cautiously. i heard it again. i moved my foot. i heard it again. stupid sqeaking floorboards!!!
 
2007-10-31 3:10:14 PM  
a few:

Once I was sleeping, and I woke up falling *into* bed.

Actually, that was all of them, the rest (looking back) were just incidences of methamphetamine psychosis...

/carry on.
 
2007-10-31 3:12:10 PM  
daffydil felt she needed to laugh at me more, so why not another story

When I was about 6 or 7 my parents bought a old house, it was over 100y/o, so in my mind that qualifies it as old. It was a big house, it needed work, and frankly I found the house kinda creepy. You had to go up a straight staircase of atleast 50 steps, and at the top there was a landing, to the left was my sister's room, the right was mine, the first odd thing I noticed was the spray of small round holes near the bottom of my door, the holes didn't go all the way through, but were very visible on the bedroom side of the door, and down a narrow hall that ran kinda parallel with the stairs was my parents room and the train set room. You couldn't walk down that hall without it creaking badly, trust me I tried, it was not possible. The main floor had nothing significant to mention, and the basement, well that place was creepyville and I only ventured in there to retrieve the lawn mower and was usually quick about it, rarely did I go in there by myself. In the basement however you'd find all sorts of old trinkets and such from the previous owner, which I always found odd as you'd think that someone would take their shiat when they moved out, especially considering most of the stuff did have a value to it. Regardless, it was not a nice place to be, I'm sure anyone who's been there would say the same. At night, you'd hear creaking in the hall as if someone was walking up and down it, on several occasions I had my bedroom door slam shut for no reason. The first couple of times I got up to see who was screwing around in the hall, no one was there, the first few times I blew it off as "the house is old, it'll probably do that" but when the first time there was creaking and my door slammed, I was no longer as convinced it was just old house syndrome. After sometime had passed I got to know the kids in the neighbourhood, and that's when I heard the stories of the old man who used to live there. Several where totally bs, some where confirmed by their parents. The old guy who lived there had gone crazy and on several occasions chased trick'or'treater off the porch with a shotgun, turns out he had shot himself in the head with a shotgun. I asked if they knew where he had done it and no one seemed to know. My bedroom floor had that old lino type flooring on it, and I noticed there was a lump in the lino, being a kid I decided I wanted to see what was under there, so off I went with a utility knife, make the first cut, second cut, blade skips and cut me really deep, i still have the scare. I stop, get some first aid and carried on. After I get back to the room I continue the task at hand, after the final cut I move the chunk of lino away, can you guess what i found? a partially broken tooth with a gold filling laying square to the small holes in my door. Turns out he shot himself in my room, the family had laid lino over the area after they cleaned it, the holes in the door where from the shotgun blast. The creaking, the door slamming, it all made sense, after that they seemed to die down a bit, but still occured from time to time, it still could've been old house syndrome I guess, who knows, all I know is I found a dead guys tooth under my floor and the shotgun marks in my door.
/are you done laughing at me or do you want more?
 
2007-10-31 3:13:15 PM  
rebelyell2006: sortanerd: rebelyell2006: sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?

We can take care of that. After all, this is fark, where every male is a stud and every female is a playboy model. And everybody here farks three times a day unprotected without getting any STDs, and still has enough energy to work out in the gym. And everybody here can get drunk off their ass without any hangovers.

and none of us ever play warhammer either, eh?
//Witch Hunters and Space Wolves.

Your username is misleading to say the least...



how so?
 
2007-10-31 3:14:50 PM  
Forget "sleep paralysis/hallucination" and just call it what it is - severe chemical imbalance caused by overuse of ecstasy.

My story - (about 5 years ago) went to Jazzfest in New Orleans. Took an average of 5 E a night/day for 4 days. Took a trip to Florida to recover afterwards (yes a vacation from my vacation), anytime I tried to sleep I lay in bed, fell asleep, then "awoke" to feel something pulling on the bottom of the bed/trying to crawl over the bed, with myself completely paralyzed, I could not move, scream, anything. I was terrified and could not sleep well for days afterwards, but I always knew it was brain chemistry, not ghosts. And yes, the fun I had those 4 days in N'Awlins was worth it, but sadly no, I haven't touched drugs in years.
 
2007-10-31 3:15:14 PM  
Two words.....Sleep Paralysis.

I experienced it once and never want to deal with that shiat again!
 
2007-10-31 3:15:36 PM  
LovnMooseful:

The first piece of mail we received was from a convent, thanking Ruth for her donation of funds to build bathroom ramps for the elderly sisters so they don't hurt themselves going into the bathroom at night.


Interesting: Ruth Patterson (new window)
 
2007-10-31 3:15:57 PM  
Der Poopflinger

what did you do with the gold?
 
2007-10-31 3:16:14 PM  
sortanerd: rebelyell2006: sortanerd: rebelyell2006: sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?

We can take care of that. After all, this is fark, where every male is a stud and every female is a playboy model. And everybody here farks three times a day unprotected without getting any STDs, and still has enough energy to work out in the gym. And everybody here can get drunk off their ass without any hangovers.

and none of us ever play warhammer either, eh?
//Witch Hunters and Space Wolves.

Your username is misleading to say the least...

how so?


I dunno, maybe the idea that "sortanerd" has two armies.

/Although the Orks are kinda enticing, what with the new figures coming out
 
2007-10-31 3:17:28 PM  
As a part of suggested reading, if you're looking up sleep paralysis you really should also look into lucid dream states. After some practice you can induce such a state deliberately and it will go a long way to helping anyone with night terrors or bad dreams.

Lucid dreams wiki (new window)
 
2007-10-31 3:17:28 PM  
Der Poopflinger:
/are you done laughing at me or do you want more?


You can do more, but the paragraph is your friend.
 
2007-10-31 3:21:02 PM  
Three for the price of one

1) I work graveyard security for a large entertainment complex occasionally. One night in the middle of the night, I was driving my little golf cart near the edge of the fence close to the intersection at the edge of the park. I looked over and see a stocky Hispanic man walking on the sidewalk next to the fence. Thinking it was a construction worker, I looked away for a second and turn back -- the man had vanished. I drove over there looking for him him. I called my manager and gave her a description, detailed down to how long his hair was and how far up his socks were pulled on his legs. I didn't find him.
That's when she told me that several years prior, at the intersection a few yards away four Hispanic males were killed in a car accident.


2) about two years ago, I was guarding a 4 story office building that had been up to a few months prior filled with Animators and film directors who had been laid off. When I guarded the building before, I was not able to visit a few offices because they were "off limits" to the lowly people who worked there. I also heard there was a resident ghost named Bridgette. Bridgette musta loved her job, she apparently died in a car accident on the way home one night.
So, the building was vacant except for a few offices and the vacant offices were filled with left over drawings and paper and a few pieces of office furniture.
I walked through all of the 1st floor offices and shifted through the crap left on the desk. After I finished the 1st floor, I walked up to the second floor where the "off limits" production suite used to be located and I immediately got a sense that I had no right to be there. I thought this was silly since the building was mostly vacant. I walked into what used to be the directors office, flipped on the light and walked to the desk located to the far end of the room. I was looking through the left over paper, when I felt something warm and clammy grab my left elbow from behind. My immediate thought was "how the heck did a Florida tree frog get in here?" I went to brush the "frog" away and there was nothing there. I immediately apologized to Bridgette for being in an off limits space and stayed in the lobby for the rest of the night. I didn't finish my "rounds" . I figured Bridgette was keeping the building very safe without my help.


3) an extra one -- a friend of my mine worked custodial and her first week cleaning a public restroom at night after everyone left, she had a strange situation. She was in the restroom alone when one by one all of the stall doors banged open as if someone was looking for something. She immediately requested a different area to clean.
A while later, I was relating the tale of the bathroom to a manager and she told me that years ago, a husband of one of the workers walked into the bathroom with two shotguns, looking for his estranged wife who was suppose to be working there. Later that night, the man died in front the same bathroom when the police swat team took him out. Years later, I guess he's still looking for his wife.
 
2007-10-31 3:21:36 PM  
arentol: One night about a year ago I woke up suddenly from my sleep to see the shadowy figure of a person standing against the wall past the end of my bed. I was entirely frozen, unable to move an inch no matter how I tried.

Sounds like sleep paralysis. Classic symptoms include being asleep, waking up and unable to move, seeing shadowy figures (usually in the shape of people), and ultra-intense fear / heart pounding.

Although who is to say sleep paralysis inst just a medical name for a supernatural event :)
 
2007-10-31 3:22:29 PM  
rebelyell2006: sortanerd: rebelyell2006: sortanerd: rebelyell2006: sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?

We can take care of that. After all, this is fark, where every male is a stud and every female is a playboy model. And everybody here farks three times a day unprotected without getting any STDs, and still has enough energy to work out in the gym. And everybody here can get drunk off their ass without any hangovers.

and none of us ever play warhammer either, eh?
//Witch Hunters and Space Wolves.

Your username is misleading to say the least...

how so?

I dunno, maybe the idea that "sortanerd" has two armies.

/Although the Orks are kinda enticing, what with the new figures coming out



sadly i have more than two armies, but those two are my favorite and biggest.
New Ork codex is pretty cool. not really into them like my friend who got me into warhammer is.
you do imperial guard, you'd like Orks maybe.
i was thinking of doing a platoon of Vostroyan Firstborn in my Witchhunters Army to beef up the Sisters of Battle.

oh yeah this is a ghost thread.

had the sleep paralysis thing a couple times. sucked. big time.
 
2007-10-31 3:22:47 PM  
yobbery-Two words.....Sleep Paralysis.

Oh my goshiathat's what I have. I didn't know it was a disorder. I just thought I was f'ing crazy...
 
2007-10-31 3:24:46 PM  
I must have been suffering during that last comment post...
 
2007-10-31 3:25:28 PM  
fatal_exception
As a part of suggested reading, if you're looking up sleep paralysis you really should also look into lucid dream states. After some practice you can induce such a state deliberately and it will go a long way to helping anyone with night terrors or bad dreams.

I've had lucid dreams by accident and by trying to have them. I've also had sleep paralysis where I simply couldn't move when I was starting to wake up. The scary thing about what happened in the story I described above is that I completely woke up normally and was able to sit up in bed, totally aware of what was going on and where things were in the room. Then I turned to get out of bed and I saw the dark figure with the eyes, right in front of me, while I was sitting up. There was at no point during that or afterward in which I woke up, or became more conscious. It was all seamless and in what I was sure was a totally awake state.

For about a month after that I was convinced it was a ghost or an alien or something paranormal. It didn't happen again, so I got over it. Over the years I've just accepted it as a waking afterimage/sleep paralysis phenomenon, but it doesn't quite match up and I'll never forget how real it was at the time. Actually, I'm still not quite sure what to make of it. It's different when it happens to you than just hearing about it, I guess.
 
2007-10-31 3:26:50 PM  
Late, but at least I'm here in time to contribute after finally having an experience worth doing so:

My mother was divorced and married my "Dad" when I was 9 years old (mid-40's now). Dad's mother died about 4 years ago and 3 years ago we finally convinced his Dad to move out of the HUGE old turn-of-the-century house in Western PA that they had lived in for over 50 years and raised 5 kids in.

Anyway, stories about weird stuff happening on the "3rd floor" (attic floor) were told as far back as when they moved in. The family just accepted it - whatever was up there never harmed anyone. I never witnessed anything and thought they were all nuts [they are]. Maybe I never believed it because I didn't spend much time there as a kid (remember, I was nine when Mom married Dad).

So now it's December a few years ago and we are moving my grandfather out of the house. Me and an uncle went up to the attic once more to check to see if we left anything behind. We're the only ones left, everyone else is gone already. My uncle is married to one of Dad's sisters and has been hanging around since he was a kid, so he had witnessed some strange happenings - mostly noises from the 3rd floor.

As we are walking down the stairs from the attics the lights go off and on again and again. As we get to the bottom of the stairs we look at the light switch. It's one of these really old-fashioned switches that has a switch you twist clockwise to turn the lights on and again to turn them off. The wires aren't even in the wall, they run from the switch up along the outside of the wall.

As we look at the switch, we can see it turning!

*click* ON.
*click* OFF.
*click* ON.
*click* OFF.

Three times in all as we looked at it. My uncle was as startled as I was, but then told me "I told you so". I guess someone was saying goodbye. I don't yet know if I'm a believer, but I'm a little more open minded about it than I used to be.
 
2007-10-31 3:26:53 PM  
sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?


How YOU doin'?
 
2007-10-31 3:27:40 PM  
My self and two other scientists were in New York doing paranormal research. The real egg-head of the three of us came up with this back pack device that would capture ghosts and spirits. We would contain them in this "locker" of sorts that was stored in our office which was a renovated firehouse.

I've seen plenty of super-natural events! The weirdest was the huge Sta-puff marshmellow man that attacked my girlfriends apartment building. Oh, well...at least I got to sleep with Sigorny Weaver when she was some what hot.
 
2007-10-31 3:28:13 PM  
True story

As an undergrad, I spent a summer at Gonville and Caius College, at Cambridge University in England. This college was founded in 1347!

My dorm room at the college was on the second story (or 3rd floor for you Yanks). During the latter part of June in the summer of 2000, everyone in my study group excepting myself and another student (who stayed in another dorm room across the college) went to Scotland for a scheduled excursion.

Alone in the dorm room, I was awoken one night by the sound of walking footsteps that, Doppler-like, sounded far away from the floor above my room...like the sound of someone walking down a long tiled corridor.

The footsteps continued until they were directly over my room...paused...and then continued walking away.

The next morning I asked the College Porter if someone occasionally walked the hallways on floor 3 (4th story of the building for you Yanks)...and he said matter-of-factly "Of course not!"

Then he explained:

He confirmed that not only was I the only occupant in my wing of the dorm, but also told me that the 3rd floor above my room used to have a hallway, but in the 1950's, contractors cordoned off the hallway and sectioned it into separate rooms.

Then he chuckled, that it was physically impossible for someone to walk from one end of the third floor to the other...unless they were walking through walls...


/True story. I experienced it.
 
2007-10-31 3:29:05 PM  
melkel: my boyfriend and i got new phone service since we were moving to a different state and had our old #'s/service turned off about a week before this experience...
we were at dinner w/ friends and my boyfriend got a call from his sister who was very upset. she received a call earlier that night from his OLD cell phone #...the person on the line was NOT my boyfriend and they proceeded to ask his sister how she was doing...if she was at grandma's and if she was going to be going out with her friend crystal while she was visiting. all very personal info that no stanger would know. at the end of the call she asked who was on the line, the person responded, "i cant tell you right now, but someday, you will know and be very surprised". she tried to call our old # back, it was disconnected. our old phone company also said it had been disconnected for a week.
the only thing we could think...their mother had passed away a few years earlier and that it was her calling.


There was a really spooky episode of the New Twilight Zone or The Other Side or some such show. A woman in her forties answers the phone and she hears a woman sobbing on the other end and she keeps saying who is this, who is this and the person just sobs and sobs and so she hangs up. She is then shown talking to her husband and she tells her husband the story of the phone call and she says she doesn't know who it was but they were familiar. That night her husband dies of a heart attack. The show then progress 10 years to that very day into the future and the woman now older in her fifties is shown at home and she thinks back about her husband and starts crying and sobbing uncontrollably she grabs the phone and dials a number and she keeps sobbing and sobbing and you hear on the other end "Hello? Hello?" and then the other party hangs up and the woman says "Get him to the hospital! Get him to the hospital"

/I thought it was cool
 
2007-10-31 3:30:42 PM  
Duck_of_Doom: sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?

How YOU doin'?


i'm doing alright.

duck of doom? like from munchkin?
 
2007-10-31 3:30:59 PM  
Aranyx: Alright, might as well join in on this party.

Up until last year, I had always considered the premise of ghosts rather ridiculous. However...


Sounds like sleep paralysis + hallucinations to me. I've had 'em. They're a blast!
 
2007-10-31 3:31:23 PM  
When we were in the 9th grade, my friends and I (pathetic wimps, all of us) finally got up the courage the have a seance. It was a Friday night in about May of 1992. Freddie Mercury had died the previous November, so we decided to try to contact the spirit of the recently departed Queen frontman.

3 times, we tried to contact the spirit of "Freddie Mercury" to no avail, until yours truly, a Queen fanatic, asked for the spirit of Faroukh Bulsara(Freddie's real name). At that moment, the 10 candles we had burning in a circle in front of us all changes. They were burning straight up initially but after I spoke the 10 flames all started to burn sideways, and they all pointed at me for a good minute. It was very weird.

Years later we tried the same thing during a late night drinking binge, and while our efforts to contact John Bonham were unsuccessful, at least two of the people present nearly choked on their own vomit.
 
2007-10-31 3:34:29 PM  
Can'tLetYouDoThatStarFox:

I had initially read about lucid dream studies in Omni magazine back in the 80's. Of course, being the weird motherfarker I was/am, I immediately set off on a mission to have controlled lucid dreams. Eventually I could do it, at least to the best of my own assessment considering it's not like there were any professionals around to evaluate what I was doing. Funny thing though, I needed the television to be on in the background while I slept. Don't know why but that's the only way I could enter a lucid dream state.

I wrote notes immediately after waking, which I still have to this day. Sometimes the only way I could be sure I was actually asleep was that I'd recall something in the house in an incorrect location. Maybe as an example, I'd write down that I walked past the billiard table and the cues were on the table whereas when I'd go downstairs to look, they'd be hung up on the wall racks instead.

Anyway, neat stuff.
 
2007-10-31 3:36:43 PM  
Zarkin Frood: ItsJustJake:
That was the first time I saw him.

I am intrigued. Go on.


Years passed before I saw him again. I was living alone now, same house, same bedroom. I had been happy before, but then she left, and I was alone. I guess I never completely felt alone though, because I still remembered that Dark Shape, and the Red Eyes.

One night I woke up and heard my next door neighbors fighting. I couldn't sleep because of them, so I just lay there, waiting for sleep to come again. I was looking at my stereo and listening to the CD I had put in to distract me (The soundtrack to the anime 'Akira'), when I saw him again. He rose up from the foot of my bed and looked around, almost curiously, as if he had been suddenly brought to a strange new place.

It appeared then that he noticed me, and he seemed more scared of me than I was of him. He moved quickly away (I hesitate to use the term 'ran' - he just ... moved), off out of my field of vision. I heard my door open. A minute later, my door creaked again, and he was back at the foot of my bed. He looked at me one more time, then dropped from view. He seemed sad, and confused.

I saw him one more time after that.
 
2007-10-31 3:37:25 PM  
sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?


Must be
 
2007-10-31 3:39:06 PM  
grizzlyjohnson: They had come for our souls.

Fine, camping.. I'll give you that. But what about a room in a house where the heavy window had previously been down and locked?

Well, if you accept the fact that that was the one night you left it unlatched, then you have your explanation. I haven't seen much raccoons couldn't get into. Where I grew up they opened up the doors and windows to come in and get the cat food all the time. They get a little crack in a window, they'll work on it all night until they get it open.

Eesh, that's creepy enough just knowing raccoons can do that. Eek. And I always kept that window down and I ordered my parents to keep it down too (I'm the oldest of 5 so if I couldn't open it, my lil sibs definitely couldn't) The room would get cold, even in summer (which it was at the time that this happened) and it gave me the collywobbles which is why I wanted the window kept down and latched.
 
2007-10-31 3:39:49 PM  
This happened about 14 years ago.

I'm sitting around one night at my parents' house in Northern Virginia when I feel compelled to go for a drive. Don't know why, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. I start driving west on 66. It's about 10pm.

As I'm driving, passing exit signs, I see one for Rt 29 which I know heads out to the mountains and skyline drive (about an hour away). Knowing that I can get up to 100mph on 29 in some parts, I figure that's as good a place as any for a joyride.

So I drive for awhile, and end up at the entrance to skyline drive (it's not really an entrance, more like the start). Skyline drive winds its way up into the Shenandoah Mountains and can be beautiful during the day. It's one of those long, twisting, cut-back style roads. I'm in a Camaro, so I figure what the hell. I'll drive to the top of this mountain and the coast back down.

By the time I reach the top, I'm driving in a thickening fog. It's probably about 12:30am at this point. It's one of those pea soup fogs that blots out everything past 20 feet. I turn the car around, and go about 100 yards when all of a sudden some guy steps out in front of the car and waves me to stop!!

Now, this is in the absolute middle of nowhere. There are no other cars on Skyline drive that time of night because it really is only intended as a scenic drive, not a thoroughfare. So the fact that I'm up there at all is completely random.

I can't help but stop because otherwise I would have hit him. Of course, I'm thinking horror movie the whole time, but the guy's got a day pack and hiking boots (not overalls and an axe) so he's at least dressed the part. When I stop, 3 other people come out of the fog. Two girls and a guy (couples, duh).

Turns out they went on a day hike, but got lost when they didn't get back in time before sunset. They'd since gotten even more lost wandering through the forest, and night fell upon them with no flashlight. They were feeling more horrified than I was.

Hesitantly, I packed them into my car and we headed back down the mountain. They couldn't remember where they'd parked, so we drove around for about a half hour. By now it's about 2am. There's a restaurant at the far end, and I figured there was a phone there so we headed that way. The kept insisting that it was "back the other way...back the other way..." but I really just wanted to find a phone.

We pulled into the parking lot, and there was their car. Safe and sound. They were so happy, they kept calling me their savior and thanking god and thanking me and were just beside themselves.

That was a crazy night. If I hadn't gotten the urge to go for a drive that night, they could have ended up wandering the woods til morning. Something just compelled me to head out there for no explicable reason. Since then, I've believed there is something else out there, bigger than ourselves.

/Not a ghost story...just a thought.
 
2007-10-31 3:40:13 PM  
itsjustjake

trifecta in play?
 
2007-10-31 3:43:25 PM  
fatal_exception

I had initially read about lucid dream studies in Omni magazine back in the 80's. Of course, being the weird motherfarker I was/am, I immediately set off on a mission to have controlled lucid dreams. Eventually I could do it, at least to the best of my own assessment considering it's not like there were any professionals around to evaluate what I was doing. Funny thing though, I needed the television to be on in the background while I slept. Don't know why but that's the only way I could enter a lucid dream state.

Lucid dreams can only occur in light stages of sleep, when you're still dreaming but almost awake. The TV probably triggered that for you. There are actually devices you can buy to trigger lucid dreams which flash light every once in a while.

I had my first lucid dream in college (unless you consider the ghost thing a lucid dream of sorts) by accident. I realized in the dream that it was a dream because there was a celebrity in the room. Then I started flying around and doing all that fun stuff. After that experience, I researched it and found out that you could get better at having lucid dreams. I got pretty good at it, but my sleep quality was always awful because it wasn't the deep sleep I really needed. Eventually I got sick of it and decided to just get a good night's sleep instead of banging all coeds I knew several times over and flying around the city.

What happened when I was a kid was nothing like anything else I've experienced, and again, I would swear up and down that I was fully awake at the time and able to move around, aware of what was going on. I never 'snapped' out of it...it was seamlessly integrated with me running out of the room and the events that followed. It still has some things in common with sleep paralysis, but it's different enough to still freak me out sometimes and wonder just what it really was.
 
Ant
2007-10-31 3:43:45 PM  
This one time, I bought a painting off of eBay, and the creepy little boy came out of the painting at night and wandered around my house.

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2007-10-31 3:45:21 PM  
Tips for lucid dreaming?

/wants to bang coeds
//could only happen in dreams
///at least that's what they tell me
 
2007-10-31 3:45:53 PM  
I had a friend who's roommate thought the apartment was haunted because there was a "cold spot" next to the window with bad insulation.

She would also remove phone cables from the walls by pulling real hard on the cord and wondered why they kept breaking.
 
2007-10-31 3:46:30 PM  
Ant: This one time, I bought a painting off of eBay, and the creepy little boy came out of the painting at night and wandered around my house.

I hear John dies at the end
 
Ant
2007-10-31 3:47:59 PM  
CannedTangent: I hear John dies at the end

Eh? We must be talking about two different things.
 
2007-10-31 3:49:35 PM  
Late last night and the night before,
Larry Craig tapping on the bathroom floor.

Wanna take a dump, don't know if I can,
I'm too scared of the toe tappin' man.
 
2007-10-31 3:50:18 PM  
I was driving to our hunting shack outside Hibbing, MN one night before the advent of the MP3 player. I was listening to music (not Bob Dylan) on a CD player with a cassette adapter and decided to change the CD. I opened the player without hitting stop and took out the CD, but the music kept playing. I unplugged the power adapter but the music still kept playing. I was actually freaked out for a minute, but luckily, after 30 seconds, the haunting stopped. I later realized I'd been haunted by 30 second skip protection and battery backup. Spooky.
 
2007-10-31 3:51:02 PM  
Ant: This one time, I bought a painting off of eBay, and the creepy little boy came out of the painting at night and wandered around my house.

Was this a fark thread at some point? What's the full "story" behind the painting?

/For that matter, what's the hubbub about this dibbuk box?
 
2007-10-31 3:51:07 PM  
Sinbad is going to make another movie...
 
2007-10-31 3:51:26 PM  
You want scary, this is scary:

We live in a world where the scientific method has been around for centuries, where peer review scientific research has elevated human civilization above our basic animal nature. We live in a world where claims of the supernatural are forever being tested and rejected by sound logic and empirical study.

And yet, some otherwise intelligent, well educated people still actually believe in ghosts.

Scary.
 
2007-10-31 3:54:06 PM  
keroppilee
Tips for lucid dreaming?

/wants to bang coeds
//could only happen in dreams
///at least that's what they tell me


You can research it online. I didn't believe it was possible to get better at it...but then it worked for me by suspending disbelief and just trying it out for a while.

What worked was thinking a lot about it right before I fell asleep. You can't read numbers or written words in dreams, so any signs or newspapers, will just be blurs and instantly clue you into realize you are dreaming. Some people get in the habit of looking at their watch. If they can't read it, it's a dream. You have to break yourself out of the habit of just going with the flow of dreams and accepting absurd aspects of them as reality.

When you realize you are dreaming, your body will automatically try to snap you out of it and wake you. You have to fight that and try to stay in the dream state. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.

I've never been able to maintain a lucid dream for more than 10 or so minutes before I wake up. The state it requires a very light one. Again, if you have lucid dreams your sleep quality will be crap and you'll be tired all day, which is why I stopped having them. They're fun to try once though.

/Best sex I ever had...
 
2007-10-31 3:54:08 PM  
keroppilee: Tips for lucid dreaming?

/wants to bang coeds
//could only happen in dreams
///at least that's what they tell me


Can't say I can help with the banging of coeds and all but as for tips on entering lucid dream states, check out the link I posted here: fatal_exception 2007-10-31 03:17:28 PM

For me I'd say what's described as the WILD method was the closest to the techniques I'd employed. A lot of it had to do with remaining auditorially aware of my surroundings while sleeping. At times you could almost hear what sounded like a valve opening and closing in your ears.

Sorry, this is bordering on a threadjack. Go check out my ghost story at 2007-10-31 01:26:15 PM
 
2007-10-31 3:56:39 PM  
Oh, and Happy Halloween everyone. I've got to get out of here now.
 
2007-10-31 3:57:22 PM  
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