My former neighbor was convinced his children (who lived with their mom) were actually ghosts who were in his walls and whispering to him. He tried to hack apart his walls to free his children or some shit. Haha more funny than anything. But I remember he used to get arrested all the time.
[quote]E901 wrote:
My former neighbor was convinced his children (who lived with their mom) were actually ghosts who were in his walls and whispering to him. He tried to hack apart his walls to free his children or some shit. Haha more funny than anything. But I remember he used to get arrested all the time. [/quote]
One of the cinderblock walls in my high school gymnasium shared a wall with the boys locker room. One of my PE teacher’s told me that a kid was sitting next to the wall and was banging on the wall yelling. The kid said people on the other side were doing it to him.
My teacher had just come out of the locker toom, and no one was in there.
The kid was also rumored to have smoked drywall and some other weird shit.
[quote]DarkNinjaa wrote:
A cousin of mine told me this story that shook me a little the first time I heard it.
When she was 9 or 10 years old, she spent 2 weeks with her family in central Africa. Within the 2 weeks, they paid a visit to some relatives who lived in a remote village. She told me the way there had been horrendous; there were no roads, torrential rains and a flooded river delayed their journey and, to make matter worse, she fell ill. They stayed at the village for 2 days. The children told her the tale of their great-great grandmother who had been hacked to death with a machete by her husband a long time ago. She haunted their house at night. They’d say, ‘‘if you wake up in the middle of the night and you feel cold, it means she’s there and you must keep your eyes shut or you’ll die’’. Lol.
Anyway, on the second night, my cousin couldn’t sleep and, in the middle of the night, she began to feel extremely cold (on a humid night). She heard someone knocking at the window. she froze for a few seconds before shutting her eyes, cowering in her bed. When she opened her eyes again, a woman with half her head missing was standing by her side. Maggots were eaten up what was left of her rotten face and she seemed to be smiling at my cousin.
My cousin was paralysed with fright that she never screamed for help. More dead people, old and young, joined the woman by the bedside, speaking to my cousin in tongue. Then they just casually walked away. The following day, her health had worsened and her parents rushed her back to the city hospital.
Her story unsettled me at first and then I just realized that she must have been hallucinating. She was ill, with fever, and the children’s stories must have affected her psyche. She still insists to this day she wasn’t dreaming. Lol.[/quote]
Owkaaaay…definitely the wrong thing to read at 23:55 while actually living in Africa…
When I was 7 I had a dream that a vampire, a werewolf and Frankenstein with a sword were hunting me. I ran to my parents in my dream and they said something along the lines of, “Dude that’s it? Handle it on your own.” So then I set traps in my house “Home Alone” style and took out the vampire and the werewolf. Frankenstein ended up slicing me in half though and then I woke up.
Ever since I was a little kid, I have experienced a form of sleep paralysis/night terror that’s identical to the experience of being hag-ridden.
If you’re not familiar with that term, it’s one version of a common story about a supernatural being that sits on your chest while you sleep, and strangles you (or sucks out your soul or your blood or otherwise does horrible things to you).
Basically, for me it meant that I’d wake up in the middle of the night, pretty much unable to move, with the sense that a living thing was on my chest. Sometimes I’d actually see some vague black shape creeping up from the end of my bed.
It remains the most horrifying set of experiences in my life – FAR more frightening than any ‘real’ frightening or dangerous thing I’ve ever encountered. It would happen once every few months when I was a kid, but it’s pretty rare these days – last time I experienced it was this September, but before that it was about a two year gap since it happened.
Incidentally, this is something that for me was inherited – I later in life learned that my mom and several of her ancestors experienced the same thing.
[quote]Ct. Rockula wrote:
I had a dude at my gym offer cash for my old socks shoes and underwear.
Also he wanted me to call him whenever i had to piss so he could listen…he would pay for that too.
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I thought it was pretty much implied that since you cashed my check, that this would stay between us…
[quote]Elegua360 wrote:
Ever since I was a little kid, I have experienced a form of sleep paralysis/night terror that’s identical to the experience of being hag-ridden.
If you’re not familiar with that term, it’s one version of a common story about a supernatural being that sits on your chest while you sleep, and strangles you (or sucks out your soul or your blood or otherwise does horrible things to you).
Basically, for me it meant that I’d wake up in the middle of the night, pretty much unable to move, with the sense that a living thing was on my chest. Sometimes I’d actually see some vague black shape creeping up from the end of my bed.
It remains the most horrifying set of experiences in my life – FAR more frightening than any ‘real’ frightening or dangerous thing I’ve ever encountered. It would happen once every few months when I was a kid, but it’s pretty rare these days – last time I experienced it was this September, but before that it was about a two year gap since it happened.
Incidentally, this is something that for me was inherited – I later in life learned that my mom and several of her ancestors experienced the same thing.[/quote]
I’ve had this too! I’ve never been able to describe it. I remember attempted to when I was a kid and my brother mocking me relentlessly. I think I was trying to say it was a giant ant on my chest that I think became a truck and as you can imagine a snotty jerk of a brother using that to torment me with.
It really is the worst experience I’ve ever had and I still get it occasionally. I have another variation that resembles falling. I often half wake up so that my eyes are open and I can see my alarm clock and the shadows on the wall (but sometimes I also see the outline of trees there too and stars so I think I’m going over a cliff in the woods) but I am falling out of my bed and using all my strength to hang on or I’m going into an abyss. I have to fight myself and force myself to put my feet on the ground get up and turn on the light to get my brain back in order.
It’s so hard to describe most of the time because there aren’t many references to reality it is just the tortured feeling. shudder If hell exists, that is what it is like!
WOKE UP TO A GOD DAMN ALIEN STANDING NEXT TO ME!!!
I just remembered another recurring variation of the nightmares from when I was a kid–I’d be lying on the stairs (across a step, I was little) and an emourmous spider was perched on my chest with it’s legs blocking my route to get away from all angles and it’s fangs at my throat and if I moved AT ALL I’m done for.
[quote]Elegua360 wrote:
Ever since I was a little kid, I have experienced a form of sleep paralysis/night terror that’s identical to the experience of being hag-ridden.
If you’re not familiar with that term, it’s one version of a common story about a supernatural being that sits on your chest while you sleep, and strangles you (or sucks out your soul or your blood or otherwise does horrible things to you).
Basically, for me it meant that I’d wake up in the middle of the night, pretty much unable to move, with the sense that a living thing was on my chest. Sometimes I’d actually see some vague black shape creeping up from the end of my bed.
It remains the most horrifying set of experiences in my life – FAR more frightening than any ‘real’ frightening or dangerous thing I’ve ever encountered. It would happen once every few months when I was a kid, but it’s pretty rare these days – last time I experienced it was this September, but before that it was about a two year gap since it happened.
Incidentally, this is something that for me was inherited – I later in life learned that my mom and several of her ancestors experienced the same thing.[/quote]
I had no idea there was not only a name for this but paintings! lol Somehow I feel validated yet terrified to go to sleep again.
[quote]debraD wrote:
[quote]Elegua360 wrote:
Ever since I was a little kid, I have experienced a form of sleep paralysis/night terror that’s identical to the experience of being hag-ridden.
If you’re not familiar with that term, it’s one version of a common story about a supernatural being that sits on your chest while you sleep, and strangles you (or sucks out your soul or your blood or otherwise does horrible things to you).
Basically, for me it meant that I’d wake up in the middle of the night, pretty much unable to move, with the sense that a living thing was on my chest. Sometimes I’d actually see some vague black shape creeping up from the end of my bed.
It remains the most horrifying set of experiences in my life – FAR more frightening than any ‘real’ frightening or dangerous thing I’ve ever encountered. It would happen once every few months when I was a kid, but it’s pretty rare these days – last time I experienced it was this September, but before that it was about a two year gap since it happened.
Incidentally, this is something that for me was inherited – I later in life learned that my mom and several of her ancestors experienced the same thing.[/quote]
I had no idea there was not only a name for this but paintings! lol Somehow I feel validated yet terrified to go to sleep again.[/quote]
Don’t worry about that little imp suffocating you in your sleep. Its the lady on the horse that is gonna pluck out your soul.
[quote]debraD wrote:
[quote]Elegua360 wrote:
Ever since I was a little kid, I have experienced a form of sleep paralysis/night terror that’s identical to the experience of being hag-ridden.
If you’re not familiar with that term, it’s one version of a common story about a supernatural being that sits on your chest while you sleep, and strangles you (or sucks out your soul or your blood or otherwise does horrible things to you).
Basically, for me it meant that I’d wake up in the middle of the night, pretty much unable to move, with the sense that a living thing was on my chest. Sometimes I’d actually see some vague black shape creeping up from the end of my bed.
It remains the most horrifying set of experiences in my life – FAR more frightening than any ‘real’ frightening or dangerous thing I’ve ever encountered. It would happen once every few months when I was a kid, but it’s pretty rare these days – last time I experienced it was this September, but before that it was about a two year gap since it happened.
Incidentally, this is something that for me was inherited – I later in life learned that my mom and several of her ancestors experienced the same thing.[/quote]
I had no idea there was not only a name for this but paintings! lol Somehow I feel validated yet terrified to go to sleep again.[/quote]
Yep. Old Hag Syndrome
^^^ The Gullah folk in the Carolinas have their Boo-daddies and plat-eyes, the Hmong have their Da demon, and plenty of folklorists include a whole bunch of the vampire myths from around the world all in with the same archetype as being Hag-ridden – this is because it’s really common to feel a bit exhausted and ‘drained’ after waking up from this encounter.
Seems to be kind of a universal human experience. Not universal as in every human, but some humans from just about every society I’ve ever heard about have SOMETHING similar.
And DebraD – it’s always nice to meet someone with the same experience, too! Even though I’ve read up a lot on this, it’s still hard to explain it to someone who’s never experienced it.
…I was 17.
I worked at a grocery store about 20 minutes from home as a teenager (rural county, we had 2 grocery stores).
On weekends, I did the early AM shift, 6am-noon or 2pm, sacking, doing cart corraling.
Keep in mind, I lived in the rockies a bit off the 1-70 corridor in Colorado ok?
It was a winter morning, cold as hell with snow on the ground. My parents got the garage, my old beater van was parked in the side of the driveway.
It’s about 5:30am…I walk out the door, open the gate…and a cougar steps into view behind and slightly to the side of my van and just stands there. I about shit my pants and head back inside, carefully, without turning my back while my dogs start going apeshite, and call the store to tell the shift manager I’ll be a bit late to give the cat time to clear out.
This isn’t really scary or anything, but it’s turned me into a believer of ghosts.
My cousin Jessey was killed in the early morning coming home from work. He fell asleep at the wheel and hit oncoming traffic. The other driver survived but he died instantly. He was only 19.
Other family members told stories and gave reasons that he was still around somehow, but it wasn’t until I bought my first car that I experienced anything weird.
The first time it was late at night and I was driving with his sister in the car. The GPS gave crappy directions since we were in rural WV. It ended up having us turn onto a one way highway going the opposite way. The lights in my car started blinking like crazy. Just as a pair of headlights came over the hill headed in our direction, I was able to pull into a little road off on the side.
I started to rely on the ghost of my cousin for comfort after this. My first boyfriend and I broke up before he went home to Illinois but we stayed best friends. It was the hardest thing to go through because I still had feelings for him. While he was gone, he met another girl and it just broke my heart. I asked Jessey to help and the next day I wake up to a call from my best friend that the girl he was with randomly told him she wanted to be just friends. We continued talking and later in the summer we developed a long distance relationship that ended up working.
Later on that Fall, I was hanging with the wrong group of people that I met from work. I was driving this guy around and he said he needed to pick up some drugs. I thought he was just going in for some marijuana so I thought nothing of just driving him over but he was actually getting heroin. I was freaking out and as soon as he got out of the car the lights started blinking frantically like Jessey was worried. They stopped when the dude came back and I just dropped him off at his house and never hung out with him again.
Sometimes, if I’m talking about death in the car, my lights will blink. They’ll also blink if I talk to or about Jessey. It scares me sometimes, especially when I’m alone, but Jessey always thought it was funny to scare me. I’m totally cool with him chilling in my car. I love him, and I know when I die we’re going to have some kickass times. Oh yeah, ever since he died my blonde hair started turning redder and redder like his. People in my family usually start out with blonde hair and turn red though. I just thought it was weird that it started after he died and he had the reddest hair of all.
[quote]sydsquid wrote:
This isn’t really scary or anything, but it’s turned me into a believer of ghosts.
My cousin Jessey was killed in the early morning coming home from work. He fell asleep at the wheel and hit oncoming traffic. The other driver survived but he died instantly. He was only 19.
Other family members told stories and gave reasons that he was still around somehow, but it wasn’t until I bought my first car that I experienced anything weird.
The first time it was late at night and I was driving with his sister in the car. The GPS gave crappy directions since we were in rural WV. It ended up having us turn onto a one way highway going the opposite way. The lights in my car started blinking like crazy. Just as a pair of headlights came over the hill headed in our direction, I was able to pull into a little road off on the side.
I started to rely on the ghost of my cousin for comfort after this. My first boyfriend and I broke up before he went home to Illinois but we stayed best friends. It was the hardest thing to go through because I still had feelings for him. While he was gone, he met another girl and it just broke my heart. I asked Jessey to help and the next day I wake up to a call from my best friend that the girl he was with randomly told him she wanted to be just friends. We continued talking and later in the summer we developed a long distance relationship that ended up working.
Later on that Fall, I was hanging with the wrong group of people that I met from work. I was driving this guy around and he said he needed to pick up some drugs. I thought he was just going in for some marijuana so I thought nothing of just driving him over but he was actually getting heroin. I was freaking out and as soon as he got out of the car the lights started blinking frantically like Jessey was worried. They stopped when the dude came back and I just dropped him off at his house and never hung out with him again.
Sometimes, if I’m talking about death in the car, my lights will blink. They’ll also blink if I talk to or about Jessey. It scares me sometimes, especially when I’m alone, but Jessey always thought it was funny to scare me. I’m totally cool with him chilling in my car. I love him, and I know when I die we’re going to have some kickass times. Oh yeah, ever since he died my blonde hair started turning redder and redder like his. People in my family usually start out with blonde hair and turn red though. I just thought it was weird that it started after he died and he had the reddest hair of all.[/quote]
Touching story, Sydsquid!
[quote]pushharder wrote:
By the way, they grow 'em big 'round here.
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Wtf is this shit? How heavy are those things? I thought the largest wolf on record in America was only like 175lbs.