Well it is not just a disturbing feeling, there are also ghosts and devils screaming, laughing and saying nasty shit and looking real mean when I have a sleep paralysis most of the times.
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Y'all gullible children still afraid of the boogeyman in the closet. I remember similar stories about people talking about an abandoned house people wouldn't dare entering because it's supposedly haunted. Bogus stories. Yet, I neither dare not enter for it can be a crackhouse or a meeting place of criminals. Not the ghost nonsense.
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Eh. Happens to be all the time. Especially if I'm to know something important. I like it. Literally it saved my life. It can stay in my life then lol
All my paranormal and horror (ESPECIALLY horror) have involved this forum and some of the creatures which frequent these hallways. We have ALL types of paranormal activity (paranormal because NOBODY can explain what is going on here).
We have poltergeists known for wreaking havoc, and flinging shit, that find themselves on the ban list but a ban isn't enough to keep a poltergeist down.
We have sad ghosts and happy ghosts. I'd say we have a few demons, but they are just disillusioned ghosts. We have leprechauns, elves and, of course, trolls (by the dozen).
Here you can find Chupacabras from Mexico and even abominable snowmen. Every now and again the Loch Ness Monster makes an appearance (in the form of Graham).
We have all the paranormal activity we will ever need right here! Who could ask for more?? :D
When you mentioned computer I had one truly wierd experience in 2009... truly wierd, considering one song lol :).
I have a custom to play some relaxing songs while Im sleppin, in that case Dalmatian songs..., now plz check this out lol:
Every every night back then one song would play, one particular Dalmatian song, STUDIO VERSION, I repeat; studio verson, not live but studio verson. Song was/is in MP3 format ofcourse.
So song was ofcourse as MP3, STUDIO VERSION.
So I was in bed, reading somethin, song started to play as usual in windows media player, check this out now;
IN THE MIDDLE OF SONG, I HEAR IN THAT SONG, I HEAR IT HOW PPL ARE APPLAUDING as in LIVE VERSION song...
First I didnt even notice, then after few seconds I am looking at computer and listening applauding in song lol....
IN MP3 song which IS STUDIO VERSON, which is not live verson, a song mp3 which is playing always every night, now with applauding... lol.
So I cannot believe it lol, I was living back then with mum, and mum was near room so I quickly called her so that she can also hear it... lol
She comes and hears applauding in song and says; "so what"?
I say; "MUM, THERE IS NO APPLAUDING IN THIS VERSION OF THIS SONG"...
She; "OH PLZZZ, wtf, are you kiddin me"?
I say; "No, just wait..."
So applauding finished, song finished...
I PLAYBACK THAT SAME SONG, SAME GOD DAMN SONG AFTER IT FINISHED, AND THERE IS NO APPLAUDING lol...
I swear it my mother got chills. lol.
Now pay attention; no other program in computer was running, it wasn't some other song in background, NOTHINGGGGGG, NOTHING, APPLAUDING WAS IN THAT SONG, IN THAT SONG which has no applauding but it is STUDIO VERSION song.
Playbacked it 15 times that evening, there is no applauding...
My mother started saying; "OMG, wierd wierd what was that..." lol :D
This story of you, made me remember something that actually happened to me. I think it wasn't that shocking as your story, but it was somehow shocking, anyways. This is my story:
I was moving from Houston Texas, to live with my brother in Boston, Massachusetts. But before continuing my trip to Boston (I did all the trip from Houston to Boston in bus), I decided to spend few weeks with my sister in Indiana (she used to live in a town in south eastern Indiana). The house where she used to live was an old house, in the old down town of that town.
The house had a living room, a Victorian room (an elegant Victorian style room that was like a second living room), two bedrooms (a master bedroom and another bedroom), a bathroom, Kitchen, and laundry room (at the end of the kitchen). And there was an aisle going from the living room to the kitchen, with the secondary bedroom on the right side, and a sort of hallway on the left, leading to the bathroom (front), the Victorian room (left), and the master bedroom on the right (my sister's bedroom).
It was one of those week days when my sister was at work, and my little niece was in the day care. I was alone at home, sitting in the desktop computer on my sister's room, surfing the Internet, with the hallway on my right, the Victorian room, on the other side of the hallway, and the restroom on the right. It was like 11:00 AM or 12 noon (I don't remember the exact time when this happened), and I suddenly heard that the hand-washer faucet in the restroom was opened, and I heard it pouring water. I thought "WTF is going on here??" and got up, went to the restroom and it was open and pouring water, and I just proceeded to close the faucet. I was so freaked out.
It was impossible that somebody of us (me, my sister or my niece) left that open, and forgot to close it. Is really impossible for anybody to forget to close a faucet pouring water. And I clearly heard that it opened by itself, suddenly, out of nowhere, and I clearly heard how it started pouring water. And I got up and it was open and pouring water. No kidding. It was NOT my imagination.
I think there was something going on that house. Is a house that was built in the nineteenth forties. My nice, when she got older, told me that when she was a little kid, she was on the hallway (the hallway between the aisle, the Victorian room, the restroom, and the master bedroom), and the Victorian room was closed. And for some reason, she peered through the peephole of the Victorian door's door lock (I think she did it because she heard some noise coming from the Victorian room), and she saw these two little kids (a boy and a girl) dressed in old clothes of the 1940s or 50s, and the boy playing with a circuit train, and the girl playing with porcelain dolls. I don't give too much credit to what my niece says, and prefer to take it with a grain of salt. But that's what she tells us, and she swears it happened to her for real.
Sometimes we heard the TV on the Victorian room like turning up, and going there to turn it off, because it wasn't supposed to be on, even though that wasn't that vivid to me, as with the experience that I had with the hand washer faucet of the bathroom.
Νο. Ι'm sane, just like less than 1/3 of the forum. :p
To be frank, there were some weird coincidences but just that.
This is a concept I like which flirts with the paranormal but stories with ghosts etc. are a different thing.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synchronicity
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My example concerns a young woman patient who, in spite of efforts made on both sides, proved to be psychologically inaccessible. The difficulty lay in the fact that she always knew better about everything. Her excellent education had provided her with a weapon ideally suited to this purpose, namely a highly polished Cartesian rationalism with an impeccably "geometrical" idea of reality. After several fruitless attempts to sweeten her rationalism with a somewhat more human understanding, I had to confine myself to the hope that something unexpected and irrational would turn up, something that would burst the intellectual retort into which she had sealed herself. Well, I was sitting opposite her one day, with my back to the window, listening to her flow of rhetoric. She had an impressive dream the night before, in which someone had given her a golden scarab — a costly piece of jewellery. While she was still telling me this dream, I heard something behind me gently tapping on the window. I turned round and saw that it was a fairly large flying insect that was knocking against the window-pane from outside in the obvious effort to get into the dark room. This seemed to me very strange. I opened the window immediately and caught the insect in the air as it flew in. It was a scarabaeid beetle, or common rose-chafer (Cetonia aurata), whose gold-green colour most nearly resembles that of a golden scarab. I handed the beetle to my patient with the words, "Here is your scarab." This experience punctured the desired hole in her rationalism and broke the ice of her intellectual resistance. The treatment could now be continued with satisfactory results.
— Carl Jung, [16]