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2007-10-31 5:16:45 PM  
MayoBoy: Der Poopflinger:
/are you done laughing at me or do you want more?

You can do more, but the paragraph is your friend.


ten-four on that good buddy
 
2007-10-31 5:20:56 PM  
At the house where I grew up, the ghost was pretty much accepted as a fact of life. Every now and again there would be footsteps from the kitchen, up the stairs, then the master bedroom door would open a smidge and everything went back to normal. It was usually late at night or early in the morning. To be fair, it was a creaky old house with doors that didn't close well and at the time, I didn't say anything about it at the time because I figured I was just being silly. However, when I was older and after we moved I told my mom that I used to think our old house was haunted when I was little and she said "oh, you mean the footsteps going up to our bedroom? Your father and I heard them sometimes too. It never hurt anyone. I always imagined it was a little old person coming up from a midnight snack. Nothing to be afraid of."
 
2007-10-31 5:22:41 PM  
This thread was great, sad to see it slow down.
I remembered something from my childhood after reading about all these "shadow people".

I used to have a recurring dream that was very similar every time. I'd be in a familiar place, usually my house. And I'd only be a few feet away from my family, like around the corner.

What would happen is that I would turn on a light and enter a room. When I got well within the room, the light would go off. I'd go back and turn it on, turn around, it goes off again.

This would always happen several times ultimately leading up to me getting grabbed/overtaken by a featureless shadow. Each time I would not be able to breath and would be struggling with this thing just a few feet from my mom and dad, but they couldn't hear me because I couldn't breathe enough to make any noise.

I always woke up out of breath and very shaken. I vividly remember how horrified I'd be when I woke up. It probably happened 10 times and finally just stopped.

What strikes me as weird is, I couldn't have been more than 9-10 years old and had never heard of anything like a shadow person. But in reading these and seeing them described as how I saw them makes me wonder if we all have the same chemical thing happening in our brains that makes us see them the same.

I know I was dreaming about them though, but the similarity is odd.
 
2007-10-31 5:23:53 PM  
Daffydil: grizzlyjohnson-Seen 'em do it. Haven't seen one yet than can turn a doorknob, but anything else, bet on it.

Yay! I love raccoons...


They're cool, but they have a dark side too. You don't want to try to bully one unless you're ready for a shreddin'
 
2007-10-31 5:24:36 PM  
About 5 or 6 years ago I was walking though a Rite-Aid parking lot and I saw a really old lady sitting in the passenger's seat of a car. I could make out facial features and she looked like a pretty generic old lady. Took a few more steps and looked back at the car, and there was no one in it.

I've had the same thing happen in parking lots a few times since then... it's creepy as hell, because it's the same old lady every time- even though I don't know who she is!
 
2007-10-31 5:24:43 PM  
My fiance doesn't believe in ghosts in the spooky sense, but he did tell me one story that may or may not have a ghost in it.

When he was a freshman, heading home from a class where he'd just been handed back a D test in Calculus, there was a sudden bit of rain and he ducked into the library. Now, being the sort of guy he was, he decided exploring the building would be more productive than getting rained on, so he heads down to the basement, looking around and stuff. Place was pretty deserted, it being Friday afternoon and all.

He finally got to the oversized-art-books section (the arts program and engineering are taught on the one campus at our school,) and discovered this old man in a corduroy jacket and vest, sleeping in one of the big leather library chairs. My fiance didn't want to wake him, so he turned quietly and started to pick up a random book. The old guy woke up, said hello, and asked him which book he was looking at. My fiance told him and the old man told him 'no, that one's crap,' and pointed out 'a better one.' Apparently there was something damned weird about the old guy, because my fiance thanked him, took the art book, and started to go. Then the old man asked him if he was in Professor Whatsisname's class. When my fiance replied that he was, the old man started to laugh and began dissing the professor as a prissy little upstart. He asked my fiance's name and the two of them got to talking, mostly about the class. Apparently the old guy was a professor of some kind, but my fiance didn't get his name. They had a fine chat and then the old guy noticed the time and said that he had to leave. He shook my fiance's hand and wished him the best of luck.

On a whim, fiance checked out the art book, even though he'd never been interested in art at all. It was a collection of Toulouse-Lautrec paintings, and when he got back to the dorm, he started looking at the pictures, thought they were kinda nice, but no big deal. Towards the middle, though, a typewritten sheet of paper falls out -it's a sheet of proofs for some of the hardest equations in the class he was taking, like the Holy Grail of cribsheets. It being September of 2001, he had no idea why anyone would have used a typewriter for that, unless it'd been there for years. He figured the old guy had tipped him off and resolved to thank him if he found him again. He didn't, but it's a big school, so he assumed it was no big deal.

Senior year rolled around and he met this upstarty little freshman girl who was nevertheless interesting enough to date. (Me. He wasn't my fiance yet then, but you get it.) One of his engineering classes was in the same building with my Appreciation of Art 102, and walking back, I decided to show him one of my favorite paintings that we'd just looked at in class, this one, (new window) and we headed into the library. When I picked up the same book in which he'd found the cribsheet, he told me the whole story. I thought it was pretty cool and suggested we check the professors' office listing to see if he remembered the old guy's name. We had nothing better to do, so we went upstairs , intending to head out and go read the professors' names.

When we got upstairs, though, a workman was installing a plaque under a big bracket, the kind they use for picture frames, in the new lounge (read: six comfy chairs and a table,) across from the Circulation desk. He dropped a screw and my fiance went and got it for him, asked him what kind of drill it was...you know men and power tools, they talked for a good five minutes while I stood there trying not to look bored as hell. Anyway, worker guy finished up and lifted the painting into place above the little plaque.

"They're dedicating this new lounge tomorrow...I think there'll be free food if you want to come." My fiance had gone all pale, staring like there was something scary up on the wall. "Uhh...you okay?"

The painting was of the old man. He had been head librarian until his death in 2001...August 2001, and the new lounge was to be named in his honor. My fiance got all sad and placed the Lautrec book on the table of the new lounge, I guess to thank the librarian in the only way possible, and then brightened up a bit, remarking on what a nice coincidence it was: the librarian had showed him Toulouse-Lautrec and now he was dating a girl who liked that painter. "Must've liked his students to be prepared!"

When I asked him exactly when he had met the old guy, later, he told me it was right after he'd gotten his first test back and then explained, at length, precisely why and how the sheet of proofs had been so helpful. I do not understand calculus, so my mind wandered a little, and even as he was extolling the present that he'd received, I realized they don't even give a test in Calc 1 until the last day of August. The librarian passed away on August 15.

I decided not to press the issue. My fiance doesn't believe in ghosts.

/Supernatural? Maybe.
//Benevolent and matchmaker-y? Sure, why not?
 
2007-10-31 5:32:45 PM  
Tachikoma: They live above the ceiling, up where no one ever goes or walks. Etc. etc.

What is this from? It sounds familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. Some movie? Google didn't help me.
 
2007-10-31 5:36:00 PM  
Tachikoma

Shel Silverstein?
 
2007-10-31 5:36:22 PM  
Taxvictim: Bob_the_Mighty said:

we've heard a mother speaking to a child in a very small room on the top floor (a couple years later, my step-mom had her first child, and they used the room for a nursery).... Bonus: The voices sound like my stepmom and her second son (born 5 years after this started happening)

Supports my theory that "hauntings" may be temporal distortions where you are really seeing or hearing something from the past or future. In this case, the ghost WAS your stepmother and stepbrother, just at a different time. If you "see" a ghost, and the ghost sees you, that "ghost" is telling people in his own time/place that he saw a ghost (and it was you). Thus, a place gets a reputation for being haunted.

Tell your stepmother to start telling her son what stocks are doing well that day. Maybe you'll have another temporal distortion from the future, and you'll get a good stock tip, too.

/No time to make this more understandable.


makes perfect sense, and in fact is very similar to my own beliefs on the subject.

Unfortunately, the voices are somewhat muffled, and even if it is my step-mom and brother, the voices are from when he was 3-5 -- He had a very distinctive speech impediment for a couple years. He's 12 now (and yes, we still hear the same voices)
 
2007-10-31 5:37:30 PM  
argylez: I wish I had a ghost story. I have several friends that do.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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


There's a weird synchronicity: if you remember the story yesterday about sexy pre-teen halloween costumes, the 11 year old chick pictured with the story dressed like Juliet showed up on TV this morning in her costume on the Mike and Juliette show where they were doing a segment on sexy pre-teen halloween costumes. Appearing with her was a chunky little 13 year old wearing the exact same slut-witch costume in the picture you just posted.
 
2007-10-31 5:43:01 PM  
boringmike

grow up in Ohio?
 
2007-10-31 5:43:30 PM  
OK the next fun story:
When I was 19 my Dad passed away, my Dad when he was alive was quite the prankster and always enjoyed a good joke. A few days after he had passed, I went fishing at our old fishing spot. As I'm packing my gear down the hill onto this big boulder over looking the water I notice a little bit down from me a person who dresses and looked similiar to my Dad standing and staring at me, A part of me felt it was him, but he was gone, so that didn't make sense, I feel a bit creeped out at this point, but I was there to fish and try to reconcile what had happened a few days ago. I turn to grab a lure out of my fishing box (which was his) and after fishing one out, start to tie it on, I noticed the person who was down from me is gone, it could've been a person, but I didn't see anyone walking along the tracks, it could've been the situation getting to me, or it could've been my Dad, saying good-bye.
A few more days pass and I start to notice odd things happening. Lights come on for no reason, I put something down and walk away from it only to find it in a different part of the room, closed doors when I know they were open, finding my computer on when I knew it was off before I left for work, same things happened with the tv and stereo, or I'd find stuff in the oddest of spots like remotes not in the right room, or my mail in a different room, that sort of thing. Nothing strange like this had happened in the house I was in before, so I at first I play it off as the passing of my Dad is getting to me mentally, some days it happened more then others, after about a week I kinda began to think it was no longer me broken, things that where happening where the kind of antics I'd expect from my Dad.
For a few weeks I drew comfort from that, but after awhile, it becomes mentally hard to take it, knowing/thinking that person you loved is around but you can't interact with them, and frankly I was already having a hard enough time with it all then as it was. Finally, one night I summoned the courage and shouted "DAD I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU BUT YOU CAN'T STAY, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME ANYMORE IT HURTS TOO MUCH!". After that (well until I bought this new house, but that's another story) I didn't have a problem, lights didn't do their own things, shiat was where I left it, I didn't feel so on edge. I dunno if it was my Dad or just me having a mental break down, but there's my ghost story
/would you like to hear more?
//mmm paragraphs
///no I'm not just making this shiat up either
 
2007-10-31 5:54:47 PM  
[image from i.plime.com too old to be available]

I was raped by a ghost!
 
2007-10-31 6:08:07 PM  
Just a night terror tale.. but the apartment I lived in before I moved to California gave me the creeps. Two or three times I woke up in the middle of the night screaming and thrashing at the bed like something was attacking me. I swear I saw a dark figure with a 10 gallon hat standing in the doorway. I was so scared I could barely move, and eventually got up and checked all the closets and nooks and crannies in the house. Of course I found nothing, and I would be awake for hours after it happened, heart pounding and all the lights on.

Luckily I got a new job, and moved out of there after 5 months. I'd never had a night terror before, and haven't had one since I moved. I'd lived on my own for a couple years before that, so I don't think it was related to being on my own either. Strangest thing ever. Apartment was probably built on a native american burial ground.

/wants to learn to lucid dream, after hearing about it every year on this thread
 
2007-10-31 6:09:17 PM  
One of my friends was very close with her grandmother, until the grandmother died a few months back. She left my friend with a nice sum of money and she decided to buy a nice ring and engrave it in honor of her grandma. She always keeps the ring on and never purposefully takes it off, but sometimes it will come off while she is sleeping. She always finds it on the floor the next morning. Wel once, she lost her ring, and in the morning she couldn't find it. She shook out her bed and remade it and looked everywhere for it. A few days later she was sleeping and when she woke up it was in her hand. She thinks her grandma put it there. Freaked me out a little.
 
2007-10-31 6:11:19 PM  
Posted this last week. Hope it isn't against the rules to post it again.
Here's one for you boaters: It's an article I wrote for our Squadron newsletter. Every word is true (for certain values of 'true').

Christmas 1916 was an unsettled time in Fairfield, CT. The carnage in Europe had been going on for two years, and even though Wilson had just scraped in with the slogan He Kept us out of War, it was only a matter of time before the U.S. were swept up in what was optimistically called The War To End All Wars.

All of that was in the future. Just before Christmas, on Penfield Light, the keeper and his assistant were watching the progress of a Nor-Easter. Their job was a lonely one: they were only a couple of miles off shore, but in December, in the teeth of a gale, in 1916, with no radio, they could just as easily been on the other side of the moon.

The keeper, Frederick Jordan, had promised his family that he'd been home for Christmas, and he was determined to keep his promise.

His assistant, Rudolph Iten, stayed to look after the light. He was young, unmarried, and had resigned himself to a solitary Christmas Dinner, sitting alone while the wind howled around the tower, singing carols to himself, to keep his spirits up. It wasn't a great life, but at least you didn't have to worry about food and lodging.

Shortly after lunch, at 12.20pm, Frederick decided to row ashore. We all know how far it is from shore to Penfield Light - it's a pretty nice row on a good day.

December 22nd, 1916 wasn't a good day.

When Frederick got about 150 yards from the Light, his boat capsized. Rudolph tried to launch the other boat (which had a sail), but the heavy seas running from the North East made it impossible. About half an hour later, the seas had died down a bit, and the wind had veered to the south, so he managed to launch the second boat. He spend the next three hours looking for the keeper. To no avail: Frederick Jordan was lost. His body was recovered a few days later, on Jennings Beach.

A lighthouse is a lonely place.

It's also a noisy place: the framework is of iron, within a stone structure, and as the iron expands and contracts it makes noises - noises like footsteps, or doors slamming shut. Inexperienced lighthouse keepers get spooked by these noises; the older keepers use them as a harmless source of amusement with the youngsters.

A few days later, Rudolph Iten, sitting alone in the lighthouse, heard such a noise. When he looked up, he glimpsed a figure, apparently coming down the stairs from the tower. He wasn't brave enough to follow the figure, but he retraced its steps to the top. There, sitting on a table next to the lantern, was the station's log, opened to December 22nd 1916, the day the keeper died.

Iten was quoted by one of our local papers. He said What the Reef Takes, the Reef will give Back.

Which is nice tidy little Ghost story, to be told after Christmas Dinner, when port and lies intermingle.

But we're not finished......

Since then, there have been reports of odd occurrences at Penfield Light. In the Seventies, it was reported that the light was not flashing at maximum intensity, and was monitored as flashing erratically. The Coastguard blamed the mechanism, but couldn't find the malfunction. Some years later, atmospheric conditions were blamed: always a good excuse.

Once in a while, fishermen reported seeing a shadowy figure on the balcony around the lantern....

In the early Eighties, a delivery captain was taking a motor yacht into Black Rock Harbor. The snowbird owners had commissioned him to bring it up from Florida to be ready for the boating season. He'd come up the intracoastal, and was doing fine until he entered the Sound just before sunset. Unfamiliar with the area, but confident in his abilities, he pressed on into the darkness, into worsening weather.

By the time he started to approach Black Rock Harbor, he'd taken green water over the bows and his electronics were playing up. All his navigational instruments [basically LORAN and RADAR in those days] were out. One of his engines was running strongly, but the other was misfiring. Like most large powerboats, his superstructure was acting as a very efficient sail, and the wind was blowing him onshore, towards Penfield Reef.

Still, he was limping on through the waves, squinting through the spray, and trying to show confidence to his (one man) crew who was thoughtfully looking at the life raft.

Then, directly ahead, he saw a yellow light. As they got closer, they saw a lone figure in a clinker-built, wooden rowing boat. He was carrying an oil lamp, and wearing a yellow sou'wester. The waves were those nasty short-sided ones that the Sound can produce in a blow, but the heavy little boat ploughed straight through them.

On an impulse, the delivery captain followed him. After twenty minutes of slow but steady progress, the green day marker of Black Rock Harbor appeared to port, and shortly after, the shore lights began to appear through the murk.

The captain breathed a sigh of relief. He eased the throttle forward, intending to pull alongside to the rowing boat and offer to buy the occupant a beer.

The rowing boat had gone.

There have been other ghostly rescues near Penfield Light. The survivors mentioned being rescued by a man who said nothing - just saved them and disappeared.

Next time you pass Penfield Light, give a nod to the ghost of Frederick Jordan, and thank your lucky stars that he seems to be on our side......
 
2007-10-31 6:11:57 PM  
Faille: Just a night terror tale.. but the apartment I lived in before I moved to California gave me the creeps. Two or three times I woke up in the middle of the night screaming and thrashing at the bed like something was attacking me. I swear I saw a dark figure with a 10 gallon hat standing in the doorway. I was so scared I could barely move, and eventually got up and checked all the closets and nooks and crannies in the house. Of course I found nothing, and I would be awake for hours after it happened, heart pounding and all the lights on.

Luckily I got a new job, and moved out of there after 5 months. I'd never had a night terror before, and haven't had one since I moved. I'd lived on my own for a couple years before that, so I don't think it was related to being on my own either. Strangest thing ever. Apartment was probably built on a native american burial ground.

/wants to learn to lucid dream, after hearing about it every year on this thread


there's a few audio programs that can help you with that, I can't remember the names of them but I'm sure someone in farkland will. I've done it before, fun stuff, sorta
 
2007-10-31 6:22:45 PM  
Sophistimucated

I read about that in I think "Beyond the Supernatural" years ago when I was a kid. I can look it up for you if you can't find it. I think they named him Richard?
 
2007-10-31 6:37:18 PM  
I saw the word 'attractive and successful African-American' walking around.

/filter ruined my post
 
2007-10-31 6:38:56 PM  
I have my own trilogy:

1) I was in college and needed a place to live. I guy I worked with (we'll call him B.) said he had a whole upstairs I could live in cheap. Moved in a few days later. About a month later, I woke up from a sound sleep and see something sitting on the edge of my bed. It's completely black even though a street light shines into the window. I sit up and it jumps up like it didn't know I was there. I notice that there seems to be substance to it since the hat is brim is pushed down by the air as it's getting up. It turns and its coat kind of billows around it. It walks across the floor and into the open closet door.

When it stood up, it was normal sized man height. It walked through the closet door which was built into a knee wall so it was only about 4 feet tall. It never stooped and didn't seem to shrink as it moved.

A week or two later, B. and I are sitting watching TV and I ask him if he ever saw anything strange in the house. He turns off the TV and says, "So, you finally saw him?" He said that he's seen him a number of times and it freaks him out. That's why he wanted someone to move in with him. After that, we'd be in the living room watching TV and hear something going up the steps. We figured it was the cat but the cat would start growling (it was asleep next to the couch).

Finally, one day, B. had enough. The thing was in the doorway of the living room just standing there. B. points the remote at it and starts pressing buttons and yelling at it - "Get the F out of here or sit down and have a drink." I'm upstairs studying. Then, it's like the entire house shrugged. It's hard to say exactly what happened but everything "bounced". After that, things started going South in a hurry. Horrible smells, things breaking, explosive sounds, etc. We lasted 2 weeks and left when we woke up and found the cat dead in the middle of the kitchen with its neck broken.
 
2007-10-31 6:44:53 PM  
it remembers me TIM BURTON
I like his tricks
 
2007-10-31 6:53:28 PM  
When I'm on the computer, my cursor will suddenly jump to the upper corner of the screen with no provocation at all!!

I've got my own sleep paralysis story too. When I was really young, I would fall asleep on my back with the covers pulled up to my chin. I would wake up and watch as the covers of the bed seemed to rise up and go completely vertical. I was scared, but I realized that I could reach this state on purpose. I used to spend hours lying in my bed, unable to move, with the sheets straight up.

I didn't learn it was sleep paralysis until I joined Fark and someone posted a link to the wiki. I thought I had powers like the "Matilda" girl.

/I enjoyed my falling dreams too
//Seriously...good stories everyone
 
2007-10-31 7:21:06 PM  
I used to work in a lab at (major semiconductor company) late at night, on infrared lasers. The project is mounted on an air table, which is an anti-vibration table suspended on air cushions.

In order for the sensors to work, all the room lights must be off.

When the laser is on, a rotating red light is on in the corner.

There are wires, cables, and industrial equipment everywhere. The room is huge.

So. I'm there, late at night, all the lights off, rotating red light in the corner of a room full of industrial equipment that looks like a scene from "Alien", when the air table resets itself.

HIIICHHHHHHSSSS!!!
 
2007-10-31 8:54:38 PM  
Taxvictim: Bob_the_Mighty said:

we've heard a mother speaking to a child in a very small room on the top floor (a couple years later, my step-mom had her first child, and they used the room for a nursery).... Bonus: The voices sound like my stepmom and her second son (born 5 years after this started happening)

Supports my theory that "hauntings" may be temporal distortions where you are really seeing or hearing something from the past or future. In this case, the ghost WAS your stepmother and stepbrother, just at a different time. If you "see" a ghost, and the ghost sees you, that "ghost" is telling people in his own time/place that he saw a ghost (and it was you). Thus, a place gets a reputation for being haunted.

Tell your stepmother to start telling her son what stocks are doing well that day. Maybe you'll have another temporal distortion from the future, and you'll get a good stock tip, too.

/No time to make this more understandable.


OK Donnie Darko
 
2007-10-31 9:20:16 PM  
ClicheGuevara07: I was raped by a ghost!

[image from abfab.co.uk too old to be available]


Yeah....about that......sorry.

/Call me?
 
2007-10-31 9:30:26 PM  
I love these threads. Nothing scary has ever happened to me, but I did see something sort of creepy once. I went to Watersmeet Michigan to see the Paulding Light with my cousins, and we watched the light down the road bounce for a while. Legend goes a man died on a train there or something, and he still waves his light to warn others. That night, when we all got back to our cabin in Eagle River, the old red lantern that sits in the living room started to glow. Not really creepy but it scared me at the time.
 
2007-10-31 9:56:58 PM  
No shiat people, I just saw Tammy Faye Messner at wally world while I was getting my presecription filled.

/creepy
 
2007-10-31 10:01:51 PM  
I've had the sleep paralysis thing more than once too, most memorably was the time I thought a goat-eyed lizard creature slinking around the end of my bed and it took me a good 5 minutes to stir myself and realize it was all a nightmare.

On the ghost note, I have a friend who had regular occurances in a house she was staying in a few years ago.

House was built around the turn of the (20th) century. She saw a young teenage girl she called "Annie" on a few occasions, she heard piano playing that would stop as soon as she came down the stairs where she could see the piano... and one time "Annie" set a carpenter's discarded clothes on fire. My friend speculated that "Annie" was angry that the carpenter was gutting her home and rebuilding the kitchen, but obviously no proof exists.

Another thing that used to happen in that house is the old oak pocket doors used to close after my friend went through them, she'd bring a load of laundry down to the basement and find the pocket door closed when she came back up. If you know what these old pocket doors are like, you understand that they don't just close themselves... they're heavy, and they're recessed into the wall, so no breeze is going to shut them.

Again, these things didn't happen to me, but I don't think my good friend of 25 years was lying about them.
 
2007-10-31 10:22:25 PM  
My great-grandmother used to have a player piano in her house when I was little, and when she died, my father inherited it. Whenever someone in the family did something stupid or that would have "Upset Nana" the piano used to smoke, (literally, the room would get hazy) and reek of tobacco.

My father left the piano with his old house when he sold it. Jerk.

I guess Nana is just going to have to spectrally b*tchslap the fools now, since her old means of communication is now moot.
 
2007-10-31 10:26:20 PM  
I've had a few lucid dreams starting when I was 18 (coincided with starting college). When your lucid during dreaming you have the ability to be as interactive and creative as you want. It all depends on how 'aware' you are and how long you can sustain that state. Things I have done during lucid dreams:
1. Fly
2. Sex
3. telekenisis (moving things with my hands and mind)
4. create people and places
5. Speak with family members across the country (not real of cours :) (I'm the farthest thing from a mystic, but during a dream just for fun I told my twin brother to call me first thing in the morning if he remembers speaking with me in his dream...No, he never called)

Looking back on all of the experiences I informally tried to recreate the experience. Here is what all of them have in common:

1. I'm either extremely exhausted or haven't slept for 24 hours.

2. When I wake up my body is in a very uncomfortable position (either on my stomach with my arms underneath me in a somewhat painful position).

3. It wasn't a normal day. (i.e. I had done something new or out of the ordinary that day, or something extraordinary experience occurred recently)

In evaluating this I realized that 1. it's easier for your mind to slip in and out of REM sleep while you're 'conscious' as your body and mind fight your desire to stay awake for extended periods. 2. Physical distress or restricted movement during sleep might cause a traumatic reaction in your mind during REM. (i.e. you become more aware of your physical state while dreaming and your mind compensates by entering a state of lucidity in which you have extraordinary physical abilities), and 3. doing things out of the norm once in a while might catch your mind off guard if it's used to the daily grind of bed at 11 work 9-5 etc.

Intrigued I did an online search and found out that this was lucid dreaming. Here is what they suggested to induce a state:

1. Set your alarm 2 hours before your normal wake-up time. When it goes off stay up for a 1/2 hour-hour then go back to sleep. (This worked for me. Recently I woke up at my girlfriend's house and drove home at 5:30 a.m. I went back to bed for an hour and had an awesome lucid dream). Try taking a late morning nap one weekend.

2. Sleep on your right side

3. During the day get in the habit of asking yourself if you're awake or not and how do you know. Eventually you start doing this in your sleep and you can recognize what the community calls 'dream signs'

Have fun.
 
2007-10-31 10:31:29 PM  
P.S. The ghost stories have been great all day...but none of them are true. You people are all nuts or way to out of touch with the natural world.

/I keed, I keed
//only partially nuts
 
2007-10-31 10:33:47 PM  
nunoyo: Tachikoma: They live above the ceiling, up where no one ever goes or walks. Etc. etc.

What is this from? It sounds familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. Some movie? Google didn't help me.


I wrote it a few years back, actually. I have a habit of talking to "the people that live in the walls", and this story sort of came out of that.

The house I grew up in had had the previous owner die in it. Of cancer, not murder. So, when I was younger, I would have long conversations with a nice lady who would help me with my math homework. I didn't actually think this was odd for years, until, one day in high school, I realized that people who aren't actually there aren't actually supposed to answer back.

The habit, even if I don't get replies now, still remains. And it helps me sort through my thoughts a lot more than anything else.

/yeah, I'm weird like that
//I love that story though
 
2007-10-31 11:12:06 PM  
I've only told my wife this story, but now am telling all y'all.

About a year ago, I was walking my two dogs in the park across the river. The park has a nice dirt path that runs right along the river's edge. About an 1/8th of a mile in, there is a statue that's quite beautiful.

It's copper, about 5 feet tall, and depicts a young boy "pouring water" down a rock (it's got a fountain in it) into a small puddle for a dog to drink from. The intent is, YOUR dog can share the water in the puddle with the dog that's part of the sculpture.

It needs cleaning, and it's fountain clogged up long ago, but I still really enjoy it.

Anyways, two Septembers ago I was walking through the park, looking up ahead on the path towards the front gate.

In the bushes, I saw something.

It looked like a figure, but it was more of a shadow. It appeared to be looking at me... it was odd. Like a mind trick.

Suddenly, my dog Sadie saw it. She jerked and then looked like she jumped right out of her skin. The hair on her back stood straight up, and she started growling and barking nervously, which is really unlike her (American bulldogs aren't a breed that barks much.) She was pulling me, then stopping, then pulling me, then stopping, all the while barking like mad.

The shadow just stood there, kind of rocking back and fourth. The closer we got, the more it started to fade. However the more it faded, the more my dog went ballistic. By the time we got to the bushes, it was completely gone, and my dog looked totally confused.

What happened next sounds like a cliche, but is 100% true. As I walked past the spot where we saw the shadow, I felt extremely cold, just for a few steps, like something had passed right through me.

From then on, my dog was fine. She went from being nervous and unmanageable to completely calm.

About 6 months later, while walking through the parking lot connected to the park, Sadie suddenly went ape shiat, almost instantaneously, barking like mad at nothing--there was nothing there, nothing around, no sound, NOTHING. There weren't even any cars parked there.

And then, just as suddenly, she stopped barking and acted like nothing happened.

What's the most odd is my other dog ,Cocoa, had no reaction either time.

OK, so as you sit there reading this, rolling your eyes, get this: I JUST found this out 10 minutes ago. Apparently, the sculpture is a tribute to a boy who drowned WITH HIS DOG right there in the river.

The city of Westbrook is now looking into relocating the sculpture and restoring it.

I have fears that this will unleash the fury of the dead! ;-)
 
2007-11-01 12:05:01 AM  
So my story is interesting. We lived in work housing in the mountains of Jamaica in the backdrop of an old plantation house. Dad and I unearthed quite a few colonial artifacts in our gardening. I guess our house was about where the midden would have been, and the slave's quarters.
Once, home at Christmas, I saw a figure at the end of the hall out of the corner of my eye. Freaked out, I mentioned it to my mom, who casually mentioned they'd seen it before.
A night or two later, the lock on the security grate outside my bed room started to rattle. A regular *clang, clang*. This is heavy padlock on an iron grate leading to the bedroom areas(yeah, security was harsh). No wind, no air movement to move a heavy lock. This continued for sometime as I lay in the dark. I told "whatever" to stop it. It continued. Again "stop it!" Contiue. Finally I said "If you're going to do stuff, at least get creative!" After a few moments, the door knob across the hall started to rattle a bit. I told "whatever" that it needed to stop bothering people and go where it needed to go. Then I stuffed tissue in my ears and went to sleep.
Not a jiggle to be heard a night after that.
 
2007-11-01 12:24:57 AM  
My story's pretty boring.

Lived in a house for many years, it was a farmhouse originally completed in about 1832 and added on to over the years...

There was a friendly... ghost? spirit? echo? memory? Not sure how to classify it, really. We took it to be the woman who had been the original occupant with her family back when it was built - she was certainly proud of the place. Usually she was just a feeling that somebody was in the room with you, but there were some occasional sightings.

She didn't much like strangers, though. Lots of our friends, even before my family discussed the odd feelings and infrequent sightings and realised we had a ghost, called the place the "spook house". When we relocated because of my dad's job, we put it on the market, but were completely unable to sell it, realtors refused to go further in than the living room and prospective buyers felt very uneasy, unwelcome - in a really quite pretty house with lots of big windows, wood paneling, and comfy furniture, it really was quite a nice place, not intimidating at all.

The only physical manifestation I experienced was an upstairs closet light she apparently liked to turn on. Once I was home alone for a good couple weeks, the rest of the family were off doing something but I was stuck there thanks to work and school. I went upstairs and there was a light on in my sister's room. Hadn't been on any previous nights, I hadn't been in there, and nobody else had been in the house for a week at least. Of course I ran for the .38 and did a sweep of the house, found nothing, turned the light off. Later found out from my sister that that light came on on its own from time to time.
 
2007-11-01 12:31:30 AM  
Let me summize this topic: shadow people, weird Polaroids, personal anecdotes that are suspiciously similar to mainstream ghost stories.

Here's a real scary shadow person story: Mobile Alabama.
 
2007-11-01 12:36:25 AM  
A lot of these remind me of my experiences with sleep paralysis. Usually the people or things I would see were familiar and obviously not real. That didn't stop it from scaring the shiat out of me.
 
2007-11-01 12:47:02 AM  
Why are children and old people so frightening as ghosts? It's an interesting archetype you see over and over.
 
2007-11-01 12:47:13 AM  
Once my sister and I had come into the basement to get something out of the laundry room (when we still lived at my parent's house: I was 14 and she was 12)and the door slammed shut and locked from the inside in our faces. No one else was home at the time, just us. We went upstairs and got a heavy skillet to use as a weapon in case there was someone hiding in that room. We went back down and when I went to put my hand on the doorknob to try it again, before I touched it the knob turned and the door flew open. There was no one in the room.

There were various other incidents.

Once I was getting ready to take a shower and while I was taking my clothes off, something whispered my name in my ear. And I felt breath on my neck. No one else was downstairs at the time. This happened in the same room as above: the shower was in the laundry room.
 
2007-11-01 1:37:55 AM  
Tachikoma: nunoyo: Tachikoma: They live above the ceiling, up where no one ever goes or walks. Etc. etc.

What is this from? It sounds familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. Some movie? Google didn't help me.

I wrote it a few years back, actually. I have a habit of talking to "the people that live in the walls", and this story sort of came out of that.

The house I grew up in had had the previous owner die in it. Of cancer, not murder. So, when I was younger, I would have long conversations with a nice lady who would help me with my math homework. I didn't actually think this was odd for years, until, one day in high school, I realized that people who aren't actually there aren't actually supposed to answer back.

The habit, even if I don't get replies now, still remains. And it helps me sort through my thoughts a lot more than anything else.

/yeah, I'm weird like that
//I love that story though


Huh. That's so weird, because while I was reading it I could've sworn I'd read it before. Like I remembered the part about them cocking their heads to the side before I got there. Have you posted it in another thread, or somewhere else on the Internet, or is there any other place I might have seen it?

And no, I've never talked to people in the ceiling, I just feel like I've read those words before.
 
2007-11-01 1:48:22 AM  
Jmast7: Now I don't know if this was a nightmare or not, but one night I awoke to find myself on the floor, tangled up in my blanket. As I turned my head, I found myself staring into a black featurless face with the exception of two glowing, red eyes.

Uhhh dude, that's Martian Manhunter and he's a friendly...

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2007-11-01 1:52:33 AM  
hillary clinton in the White House.

----damn that's a'scary!
 
2007-11-01 1:54:59 AM  
We have a ghost cat here that likes to wander through the house. She is never there when you look a second time.

I also had somone shush me when I banged the door too loud while my roomate was asleep. it was right behind me and nobody else was there.

but the best is when I made toast. ate it. and then looked and the toaster was not plugged in.

whooooo.
 
2007-11-01 1:58:09 AM  
nunoyo: Have you posted it in another thread, or somewhere else on the Internet, or is there any other place I might have seen it?

Do you frequent fictionpress.net? I posted it there a while back. But, outside of that, nowhere else. This is the first time I've ever posted one of my stories in a Fark thread.
 
2007-11-01 2:08:53 AM  
I've already told my story twice here in Fark so I really don't want to tell that story.

There's another story I have. Back when I was going to UNL (University of Nebraska-Lincoln) a friend of mine and I went to Antelope Park one night. We decided to go over to the playground. I remember sitting on the bench by myself when I heard a male voice say my name rather loud. I turn to my side to see my friend not anywhere near me. I ask him what he wanted and he said he hadn't called for me.

You would have expected the three years I worked in a nursing home that I would have seen a ghost there. I never did. I might have to ask my mother though; she's worked in nursing homes all her life.
 
2007-11-01 2:09:15 AM  
Tachikoma: nunoyo: Have you posted it in another thread, or somewhere else on the Internet, or is there any other place I might have seen it?

Do you frequent fictionpress.net? I posted it there a while back. But, outside of that, nowhere else. This is the first time I've ever posted one of my stories in a Fark thread.


Can't say that I've ever visited that site. Weird. I probably just got caught up in the imagery or something and thought I'd read it before. Maybe someone from fictionpress posted it somewhere else and I saw it. Either way, it's pretty well done. Nice and creepy-like.
 
BrM
2007-11-01 9:16:47 AM  
HeartlessLibertarian: Why are children and old people so frightening as ghosts? It's an interesting archetype you see over and over.

Wow, Heartless, you are right. I looked back through these and about 2/3 of the stories involve either the young or old. The remaining third involve middle-aged people. Wait a minute...
 
2007-11-01 10:05:56 AM  
HeartlessLibertarian: Let me summize this topic: shadow people, weird Polaroids, personal anecdotes that are suspiciously similar to mainstream ghost stories.

Here's a real scary shadow person story: Mobile Alabama.


please try to relink this... this has been the best 1.5 days of work for a while. i love these stories.

to anyone still considering posting a story, i'm still reading!
 
2007-11-01 11:42:22 AM  
Ok, one from my mom, and I know the house and vaguely knew the old lady. My mom knows the story because she has met the owners at church functions and has live herself in the area for 40+ years...

Little Old Stella lived alone in the same small town Ontario farmhouse for well over 50 years. After she died (may or not have been in the house), the house sat dormant for a little while before being bought by complete 'out-of-towners'.

Now, one of the out-of-towner's friends came to stay over, one who knew nothing about the house.

While the friend was folding laundry, she looked up to see an old lady totter by in the hallway. The friend was apparently surprised but didn't pursue just then. When she went downstairs she asked the owners "Who is the old lady? A friend?". The owner apparently exclaimed "You saw her too?!?". It was at this point the owner decided to take an interest as to the previous owners, and that is when the new owners found out about old Stella (yes, she had a last name but I am not putting it here on the Intratubes). The owner had seen Stella sitting in a rocking chair-- as Stella had been handy with the knittiing and crochet hooks.

I love to know the 'science' behind this. The friend had no reason, inclination or prior suggestion to know who the previous owner was. Yet, out of the blue, was induced to see 'something', a 'something' someone else had also seen but had told no-one else about.

I am a heavy skeptic, but I can not come up with any rational explanation for these sorts of things (not a 'sleep paralysis' issue). These are the sorts of incidents that interest me. I am also stymied by 'visitations' by close relatives who have actually died but that knowledge is unknown to the visitee -- especially in cases where it was totally an unexpected death. Thinking you are seeing your granny in a vision when you know she is on her death-bed could be written off as a hallucination/active wish fulfillment.

But, when someone sees a father, mom, brother or sister in a doorway when they look-up from doing dishes and say "Hey, I didn't know you were dropping by!", then look away for a second (to turn off the water), then look again and the relative has disappeared, then the phone rings to tell you they are dead, THAT is what leaves my mind open to some things.
 
2007-11-01 12:22:47 PM  
Egalitarian: ItsJustJake
Could it be that the apparition was really your boyhood self, which you finally learned to accept?


Sure ... Could be a Lucid Dream too, but who messed up my bathroom?
 
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