Hah hah haaa…that is hilarious!
My house has these security sensors on all the doors and windows that go beep whenever they are opened (even though we don’t have the alarm system activated). One night not too long ago I heard one of the sensors go off at around 3 or 4 a.m. so I got out of bed (half conscious) and investigated. My body was coursing with adrenaline, and God help the bastard that had tried to break into my abode! I sleuthed around my bedroom, looked into the bathroom adjoining it, and then sprang into the kitchen. I could see the dim shadow of the criminal cast against the wall - dangerous, ready to kill me, unremorseful. I threw caution to the wind and jumped into the kitchen - “What the hell are you doing here?!??”. My wife looked at me and said, “Making a microwave burrito”. beep, beep, beep.
I was in high school and my father had to go out of town on business, so he told me to watch the fort…well, at night my mother and I were the last ones to go to bed, we went upstairs and I saw my mother walk into the bathroom and I continued down the hall to my room.
As I went into my room, I remember what my father said “Watch the fort”, so I went back out to the hall way to wait for my mother to come out of the bathroom and go into her room…the lights were already out and it was dark in the hallway, so I stood outside of my room in the hallway and watched my mother standing in the dark looking into my sisters room, which was right next to the bathroom. My two sisters were in there sleeping…so I was standing there waiting for my mother to hurry up and walk into her room, but she stood there pretty long…i was already tired, and soon got tired of waiting for her to move, so I just turned around and walked back into my room…as soon as I did, I hear the toilet flush, I turn around to go back in the hall way and my mother is just coming out of the bathroom.
The only people in the house at that time were my two sisters (who shared a room), my brother who was in a room across from me, my mother and myself.
It freaked me out that night, but I always wondered who that woman was that was looking into my sisters room, and what if I had just waited just a few more seconds before going back into my room…
A few weeks back I woke up in my bed to find a large (maybe 10" in diameter), irregular, pink stain on my bedsheet, around the place where my left foot usually lies. It’s not wet. It carries no smell. I haven’t the slightest clue what it is. I’ve never even come close to my bed with any red wine, Kool-Aid or anything that might leave such a stain. I’m male and single, and I wasn’t lucky enough to have any female companionship that night, so that rules out the possibility of it being anything menstrual. I still keep the sheet unwashed in my laundry basket, because part of me hasn’t decided whether I want that thing scientifically analyzed. And part of me believes I’m insane for even thinking that.
The weirdest thing in all this, though, is probably the fact that I’m not creeped out at all by this. I just woke up one day, saw the thing, went “Huh.” for two seconds, and then routine resumed. I’ve barely even thought about it until I saw this thread.
So does that mean I’m being mind-controlled by aliens, or am I just one of those people who’s generally nonchalant about finding blood-like stains in their bed?
Only guy ghosts, obviously.
This reminds me of an experience I had a few years ago at my mother-in-law’s house. She was babysitting a 3 year old boy that day and had put him down for a nap in the bedroom and closed the door. She was in the kitchen cooking and I was in the living room. I heard the little boy talking to himself in the bedroom, so I went down the hall to check on him. When I got to the door of the bedroom, I could hear him talking but I also heard another voice in there with him. It was a whispering voice and I distinctly heard someone say “Shhhh”. Thinking it was my mother in law, I didn’t open the door because I thought she was putting him back to sleep.
I turned around and met my mother-in-law coming down the hall from the kitchen where she’d been the whole time. :eek:
I immediately went back and opened the door to the bedroom. Of course, the little boy was all alone. When we asked him who he’d been talking to he said “nobody”.
There was no one else in the house besides us. To this day, my mother-in-law doesn’t like to talk about it.
It was one of the most unsettling events I’ve ever experienced.
I have absolutely no rational explanation for it. The boy was completely alone in the room. There was no tv or radio in there. The window was not open.
The laughing doll story reminded me of something weird that happened to me once, but this story has an explanation. I used to have a little plastic ball with two brass contacts on it which triggered a little electronic device inside which made a screaming noise if you touched both contacts at once. The tiny voltage that flowed through your skin was what triggered it. One day, though, during a nasty thunderstorm, this happens:
Bright flash of lightning
The plastic ball screams, “AAAAHHHHH!!!”
The thunder sound arrives. BOOOOOM!!!
It couldn’t have been timed better! The electromagnetic pulse from the lighning tripped the sensitive amplifier connected to the ball’s contacts and caused it to scream. The timing was just too cool.
:smack:
So there is an explanation. I was puzzled at first b/c I was not aware we use Kazaa, I went home and questioned my husband, he admitted to using it. Thanks for the heads-up (you too, Bearflag)
And that’s really not accurate. After all, he’s the son of legendary funnyman Sammy Shore. Without that inside track in the biz, though, it is questionable that we would have someone with such a questionable career.
I try to give the guy a break. Sequels typically aren’t up to the original.
(Imagine what kind of comic Pauly’s son might be:eek: )
When my son was about four, his grandmother (my MIL) suffered a heart attack. We were in SC at the time, so my husband and I quickly made arrangements to drive to Florida. We hadn’t told him anything, just that we were going to Grandma’s.
On the drive, we stopped at a Burger King to eat. We told him that he wouldn’t be able to see Grandma because she was sick.
“Yes, I know,” he said. “Her heart hurts. But she’ll be okay.”
:eek:
Another time, we were watching some silly mini-series set in WWII. My son (still about 4) saw the bi-planes and said, “I died in the war. The men in blue shot me down.”
:eek::eek
Kalhoun wrote: All my underwear disappeared once.
Mine too! I got up one day, took a shower, then sashayed back into my bedroom to pick out some underwear. Imagine my horror when I discover that all my silk and satin panties are gone! I complained to my parents (I was 13 at the time) and my brother still thinks one of his friends stole them, but couldn’t get any of 'em to fess up.
When I was an itty-bitty toddler, my mom dropped me off at my babysitter’s house for the night. I remember this clearly, though I was not quite two – I stayed up late with my bs’s daughter and ate corn chips and then we were put down for the night. I woke up a few hours later missing my mother. Instead of whimpering or crying like a normal toddler, I get up, walk into the kitchen, open the front door (which was LOCKED. We never did figure out how I opened it) and start looking for my mother by wandering down the street. I made it several blocks to a nearby bridge, which I then begin to cross. Then a cop on his patrol pulls up, sees a lone toddler strolling along wearing only a diaper at 2am, stops and picks me up. We went to the police station where the cops sat me on a counter and gave me a candy bar. This is quite fresh in my mind; I thought it was a party.
“What’s your name, little girl?” one cop askes.
“I’m Real-Name,” I reply.
“Where is your mommy?”
“She’s at the Name-of-Hotel-Where-My-Mom-Worked-At-The-Time,” I tell him, happily munching on my chocolate bar and sipping a Coke. They call my mother, who was absolutely hysterical, and she comes and gets me. So I found my mommy afterall!
That was nearly two decades ago, and everyone is still flabbergasted over that night. First that I left the house – I was never a runaway, and I’ve never tried a stunt like that before or since AND that I somehow opened a locked door. I couldn’t even reach the doorknob, it was bolted and everything, no one can explain it. Secondly that I didn’t fall off that bridge and drown. Then that my rescuer happened to be a police officer instead of a child molester or something! Finally that I was able to tell them not only my name (remember, I wasn’t even potty-trained at the time, had only just learned to talk in sentences) but also where my mom worked. Well, it creeps me and my family out!
.:Nichol:.
During the fall semester of my freshman year of college, I was home for a long weekend. My boyfriend went to a different school but was also home for the weekend.
On Saturday we went together to a rummage sale in the basement of a local church. We found a couple of cheap albums (this was the late 80s when vinyl was still a common medium), and some brick-a-brack.
On a table cluttered with junk I found a little head, about the size of a quarter, made of some sort of soft, dull grey metal like lead (it made a mark on a piece of paper when we dragged it across). It was flat on one side, with a face on the other, and a little stump of a neck. It looked like it had been a decorative piece on something, but on what we don’t know. It wasn’t associated with anything else on the table. Its face was rather demonic. It had a big leering smile, big fangs, a bulbous nose, a wolf-like mane and empty eye sockets. If you held it up to the sunlight a certain way you could see some kind of sparkly red residue inside the eye sockets. It looks happy, in a sinister way.
I really liked it, so I bought it. It was 50 cents, I believe.
Well, on the walk home my boyfriend decided he also loved the little head, so I decided to give it to him (ah, young love!).
On Monday I took a bus back to college (alone, a 2 1/2 hour ride). When I arrived I unpacked and started some homework. I needed a book, so I crossed the room to my shelf (this dormroom was a triple that was intended to be a double, so three of us were sharing a 3-shelf bookcase - one shelf each) to get the book. When I got there, I found the little demon head lying on the shelf in front of my books. Freaked out, I phoned my boyfriend and asked if he had seen the demon head lately. He went to look for it and couldn’t find it, so I revealed that I had just found it in my dorm room, on a shelf a 4-hour-drive from where he was. He hadn’t seen it since he packed to go back to school, and neither of us had any idea how it had gotten from his bag to my dormroom.
He decided right away that he no longer wanted it anywhere near him, and that I should keep it, since it obviously was meant for me. Since then I’ve always been creeped out by it, but I keep it because I am afraid to try to get rid of it.
About a month ago I found it on my desk when I was cleaning away all the clutter, though I don’t remember taking it out of the dining room hutch, nor does my fiance (who is not my boyfriend from freshman year of college).
Mystery solved: the little boy was talking to himself, and when you walked in he realized that what he was doing was a bit weird, so he denied doing it.
Not as exciting as little angels or spirits or what have you, but life rarely is it seems.
Well, of course that would be the explanation had I not heard both voices talking at once.
He was talking in a normal, low tone. The other voice was whispering, and at one point told him “Shhhh” while he was talking.
Thus it still remains a mystery. And a pretty creepy one at that!
Hey, motorgirl, mail it to me! If it’s meant for you to have it, it’ll never get to you. IF it actually shows up at my door, I’ll keep it or mail it back to you if you want. (Be a neat experiment, doncha think?)
I apologize in advance for this. It’s really juvenile of me, but I’m medicated and overtired, hence I simply cannot resist…
So what’s bizarre or unexplainable about a young college girl in love giving her boyfriend a little head? 
(If it were me, I’d encase that thing in cement and sink it in a lake someplace. Ya can’t be too careful when it comes to demonic faced bugaboos you find in church basements.)
I’ve had a few weird experiences and here they are.
When I worked at the hospital pharmacy in NY, I worked 3rd shift. 3 workers ONLY in the pharmacy, doors locked by passcode. The pharmacist was up front (It was basically a large room, a long hallway, and a large room in back), and the other tech and I worked in the back.
I went to the bathroom, and when I returned, I looked in back and saw Heather in our work area (well, I saw her brown hair anyway. She was moving around doing stuff). I yelled down to her “HEY- I’m going to the cafeteria- do you want to go?” no answer. “Heather? Heather?” And I shit you not she walks up to me FROM THE FRONT of the pharmacy and says “I’m up here!!” I looked back and the person I saw was gone. Whoa. I saw her, plain as day.
Another time I was bringing a med up to a floor and was walking down the hallway. I heard the pharmacist jog/walking up the hall behind me (he wore dress shoes with hard heels- he clicked when he walked, always). I turned and asked what he forgot to give me and the steps stopped. There was no one there. This was in the middle of the night, and the pharmacy is the ONLY thing in that area at all. There weren’t even any doors to duck into.
I’ll mention also that the pharmacy used to be the old morgue, which made it even uber creepier. The pharmacist said these things happened a LOT but he didn’t talk about it to other people because they thought he was crazy. I don’t. I would swear on anything you gave me that it was absolutely true.
Another time I lost a set of keys at work (different place). I went back inside, we looked EVERYWHERE. No dice. Nowhere to be seen. I was wearing a wool coat that had two shallow pockets- that’s it. Not in there. The keys had about 8 square keychains on them, so you couldn’t miss them- I sounded like a jailer when I walked with them. So I get copies of all the keys and go about my business (wearing that same coat every single day).
All of a sudden one day I walk out to my car and the keys fall out of my…person. I have no idea from where. They came out of the bottom area of my coat. I had turned that coat INSIDE and out and I doubtless would have heard some rattling if they had been stuck in the lining or something- believe me, I’d been over it time after time. (as had my sister, who I had double check it for me). But there they were, keychains and all. Absolutely no idea what the hell happened there.
A few weeks ago, I was sitting at the computer [across the room from the kitchen door] when I heard a bang from the kitchen, then my brother came in from his bedroom and asked if I’d dropped a plate (that’s what it sounded like). I hadn’t, so we went to search the kitchen, and found the source of the noise: the glass of one of the light bulbs in the fixture over the dining table had separated itself from the screw-in base. Not all that strange, eh? Problem was, we couldn’t find the bulb.
The fixture has three bulbs pointing about 45 degrees downward, arranged facing away from each other — the one that lost its bulb faces the back wall of the house, and the other two face approximately toward the living room.
We finally found the missing bulb, unbroken save for missing the metal base, which was still screwed into the socket. It was a good 4 horizontal feet from the fixture, against the wall between the dining room and living room…which is in the opposite direction it had been pointed in the fixture. It was on top of a stack of books on top of the dog’s crate (one of those Pet Taxi carrier-boxes; Dog sleeps in it), so it couldn’t have rolled there. It pretty much would’ve had to stop in midair and turn 180 degrees.
I should not have read this this late at night (computer clock says 1:57 AM)
Sometimes I hear furniture “cracking”…I don’t know how else to describe it. Like after my tv has been off for about a half an hour, I’ll hear a sound like someone tapping on the screen from inside.
Or I’ll hear creaking (of course, our house was built in the 1920s, so it’s probably just the timbers contracting).
That happens in my apartment too. Don’t know why.
This is a known issue with Emachines, it’s called ‘Ghost Booting’, there is an option in BIOS (boot on LAN or something like that) that can be disabled to resolve it.
As to the power button behaving erratically, you may need to discharge your capacitors. Unplug the computer from the power socket and disconnect any phone line you may have going into it, then hold the power button down for 45 seconds. Then plug it back in (it may come on by itself as soon as you plug it in) and it will probably be fixed.