Poor lil Bumblebot....

 

LOL sorry Bumblebot....lol

 

Once I was home alone and my mothers voice came from the answering machine. She said she didn't call or anything when she got home. Also, sometimes I have the feel like I tripped (while trying to get to sleep, laying down) and it freaks me out.

 

I saw Santa Claus going to take piss in a bathroom once. He was all jolly about it too.

 

i used to keep thinking i was about to be abducted by aliens cos i would wake up and be unable to move and i could sense something about to charge in and get me.

awhile after such experiences i found out i had been suffering from sleep paralysis.

 

I had an encounter with a Ghost on June 20th 2004. It changed me forever.

 

I was visiting a freind at alocal nursing home late in the nite(maybe 1am) and we were standing at the nurses desk when all of a sudden there was real loud screaming going on from one of the rooms. MY freind ran down the hall and a few minutes later she came back and said the lady patient and passed away. Scared the crap out of me...

 

I said...Myoclonic twitch: Myoclonus - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Technically it's a "hypnic jerk", which is a type of myoclonic twitch: Hypnic jerk - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Why does nobody know this? They're hardly uncommon. I've experienced them a few times.

- Coeloptera

 

An old man kept complaining to me about his peenor

 

Weirdest thing I've ever had, was when I was really little. I actually pulled an item out of a dream. It was a big toy dump truck. It disappeared, when I let go of it. Bummed me out, I was looking forward to playing with it the next day.

I had something similar, only without any electronics involved. I was awake, but still in bed, when our dogs started barking. I heard the other people here yell at them to be quiet. I was the only one home at the time!

Now, sometimes, when I'm right at the edge of sleep, I'll sometimes have an auditory dream that will wake me up. This was nothing like that.

 

Is that an Eternian Pornstar or something?

- Coeloptera

 

Many years ago, my gf then and i broke up and one night, my mobile phone then (Nokia 3210) started dialling her mobile number on its own (the keypad lock was on). It creeped me out so much I sold the phone soon after...

 

It's the first time I've ever heard of it.

 

Some of these stories are just stupid or easily explained. I also sense a lot of bull shit in some of them. But for all I know I could be totally wrong.

 

Easily explained; possibly stupid, yet a little haunting. Indulge me if you will, I’d like to set the scene.

I decided to take my girlfriend on a picnic one day, so we headed off in the car along a road I’d never seen the extent of before.
After a few hours of traveling, and a few scenic stop-offs along the way, we climbed a range thick with sub-tropical rainforests. The call of many Bell Birds with their distinct ‘dink’ sound created a wonderful serene atmosphere as we traveled along a thin corridor of road.
We eventually found a small intimate picnic area in a clearing beside the road, walled in by towering majestic figs it felt suitably intimate. A sign at the side of the road, conveniently located near the area, read ‘Yowie Country’.

After scoffing internally at the attempts of folklore tourism by a nearby idiosyncratic township, I set down the indulgent consumables at a sheltered picnic table. Eating and drinking, my eye caught a small blue trinket on the ground adjacent to the table.
Walking over to investigate I saw plainly that it was the empty case of a shotgun cartridge. My dearest asked “What is it?” and I replied “Nothing important” and cast it aside so as not to concern her.

After eating our morsels, and drinking some wine, we noticed a walkway partially obscured in the thick undergrowth. On investigation, there was a pedestal type information board that relayed information on some of the local strangler figs. About 10 meters deeper in was another sign that had information on Lyre Birds, apparently local to the area. I thought to myself on the chances of seeing, or even hearing such an illusive creature, something I’d only ever witnessed in documentaries. Every once in a while we'd happen across a similar sign showing points of interest, or native flora and fauna.

We walked further through the forest, along the overgrown path, trying to be as delicate as possible to the small trees and roots that lined the floor below the thick heavy canopy. It seemed apparent to me that the trail was a circuit, filled with many information signs that eventually led back near our entry point. I hadn’t locked the car, as there didn’t seem much need. We were miles from any other traffic, and it was getting late in the afternoon, so I couldn’t imagine any other picnickers
.
While sound doesn’t travel all that well with plenty of foliage around, my ears instinctively pricked up at a sound, while not clear to me, sounded distant yet purposeful.
I stopped in my tracks to ensure absolute silence, of course, my love continued to trudge along, oblivious to the sound.

A faint noise, like voices in off in the distance could be heard. “Did you hear that?” I said, “Hear what?” she replied. “Great, I think there’s someone else out here” I said slightly annoyed at the prospect of an intrusion on our intimacy.
We both listened intently, and a definite chatter came from 800 meters or so to the north, in front of us, in the dense undergrowth. My mind considered another circuit adjacent to ours, emanating from a different area, then it considered my unlocked car back at the picnic site.
The chatter was getting clearer, and louder –and more frequent. Adult male pitches and possibly younger pitches could be picked; however it wasn’t close enough to determine any more than that.

We moved along, the security of my car brought a slightly quicker pace to my walk. The chatter could now be heard as we walked.

Then, a shift in direction of the noise by about 20 degrees by the compass unnerved me a bit as it indicted the source to be moving around the trail toward my vehicle.

The missus could hear the voices getting closer, and could probably tell they were then coming from a different direction. But what sent a chill up my spine was the recognition that there were two sets of group chatter coming from two different locations, and they were approaching faster than we were moving.

I stopped again to listen to the sounds around me, and try and make out the words being spoken, and by how many people. Concentrating, I found it was just too difficult to make sense of the voices.
Louder and louder they became, indicating that someone or something was getting closer (and approaching us from two separate directions).

It was getting dark, well into dusk, yet louder and louder still the chatter grew, in three directions now, seemingly only 40 meters away but no-one at all could be seen. So loud and clear were the voices at this stage that the realisation hit me, while the vowels were there and the emotion and direction was apparent… the words weren’t in English.

I could read the dread on my girl’s face, and wondered what the voices were saying to each other, and what their intentions were.
Only then, my stomach sank, as the ever closer, ever louder, chattering and quarrelling voices became clearer as the sounds surrounded us. It wasn’t in English –Fuck! It didn’t even seem to be human, or at least no human language I’ve come across.

The human-like voices, spoke in a seemingly unintelligible gibberish with no cues or words to any language I know. I can’t possibly convey the sound I was hearing in text, the same thing being said over and over again in a totally alien language, and it was being directed at us by parties unknown and unseen.

My mind raced to comprehend the situation at hand, to try and rationalize what it couldn’t understand, my heart pounded like a lascivious caged Rabbit.

Then it hit me, the truth was evident, and there was one undeniable explanation for it all.
We both set forth down the circuit back to the car, paced by the adrenalin in our bodies. She said nothing, just moved alongside me as the sounds followed our exit. I decided to placate the situation and offer confidence to her as I said “They’re Lyre Birds, amazing they actually sounded like people”.

But somewhere in the back of my brain a little irrational thought said “No! they’re Yowies, coming to eat your brains!”

 

Something that has haunted me for years is this shadow silhouette of a grinning man. I dubbed him the shadow man, as i only saw him move in the shadows, near the nightlight i used to have. He would always walk around and tried to see if i would notice him.

When i moved to japan, i stopped having encounters with him. but i saw another supernatural occurrence. When my sister and i were sleeping in my room one night, we both noticed a pair of legs walking in the hall. We looked out to see if it was our mom or dad, but there was nothing but the darkness. we then remembered that our parents went to sleep already.

Moving back to California had me encounter the Shadow Man again. I had no idea how he found me, because i moved to a new Californian city. He noticed how much i grew, then disappeared. it was only until a couple of nights ago when he grabbed me by the leg and pulled me off my bed, then covered my mouth to prevent me from yelling. a couple minutes later, i opened my eyes, thinking it was a dream, but then noticed that my leg was in pain....

i'm not afraid. i'm just a bit curious as to who he is

 

i'd be afraid. when i was young id wake up in a damp bed but id be dry and had wierd fingerprints on the backside of my arms that my mom and me placed my fingers on and i couldnt reach them. this only happened when one of our cats did not sleep with me.

 

A couple years ago my friends and I checked out a supposedly haunted road in Livermore, CA. Story goes that a long time ago a school bus full of kids crashed into a tree, and cars that stop on that road are "pushed forward." We brought some white flour to put on the bumper and trunk of the car to check for fingerprints. The road was completely flat, and we knew we were in right area because there's a specific marker and tree where the incident occurred. It was dark, and around 9 at night. I'd brought my video camera that had a night-vision lens. We turned off the car and I focused my camera on the tree and we watched it through the camera's little lcd screen. Then the car started to move. None of us said a word. We were pushed all the way to the next road marker which was about 50 ft down the road. Needless to say, we were all mortified. A couple of us got out to check the flour, but no fingerprints. It had, however, been disturbed. We drove out of there in a heartbeat.

 

Well...where do I begin..?

Yesterday I went to the Henryton Center/Sanitarium/Mental Institution in Howard County, MD. My friend Taylor has been talking about wanting to go to this place for the lat month or two. He went to Hell House and Enchanted Forest also in Ellicott City, MD (look them up). So, on Monday he went for the first time with his girlfriend, Kathlyn. He said it was a VERY creepy place.

---The Center is composed of one main, large, white hospital building, one large brick Administration building. And several smaller buildings. The place is still up, but most windows are smahed out, several walls broken, graffiti everywhere. Oh, and filled with mold and asbestos. Yum!---

Let's get on with the story. So we've been trying to arrange this trip for some time now, but work and school get in the way. He texts me Monday night saying were going on Wednesday after school. Me, Taylor, Kathlyn, and our other friend, Sam. We leave school, go pick up Kathlyn on the way there, and we arrive down in Marriotsville and park near a trail next to the train tracks. From here, we take a pretty lengthy walk from the car, along the railroad track until we reach the Huge 'Henryton' Tunnel. It wasn't long, just big. But it's like a dead zone. Just the path between the real world, and the eery Henryton Center. Walking through the tunnel, the closer you get to the light at the end of the tunnel, the darker it seems to be getting. Mind you, it's around 3:30 pm at this point. Still light out, not a cloudy or windy day(<--remember that). As we exit the tunnel, there we see "The Boiler Room". This is a moderate sized building, filled with rusted machinery, gauges, bars, and pipes. Not a creepy place, but more of a cool place to get you in the mood for where you're about to go. We climb up the ladders onto the platforms above, look around a bit, and then exit the building.

From here we walk up a small hill to the main attraction. We come into view of the white hospital building.

---This center was used for tuberculosis patients, and then for the "mentally ill"---

As we approach, the first thing we see in the courtyard is a chair. Just sitting there, probably taken out by some kid who's been through before. Nothing seems too bad. Except when you look at the building. Broken windows surround you, up and down. Leading into nothing but darkness, unknown at this point. From here and forever more on this trip, we get the feeling of being watched. We approach the main entrance of the building and look around to see where to start. Taylor points out the staircase on the front that is missing a platform, meaning you'd have to have crazy ninja skills and spin around it to the next set of stairs. (We, of course, didn't use these as there are plenty of other stairs throughout the facility)

(FML, I just typed 2 paragraphs and accidentally went back a page.....fml, time to rewrite)

We approach the white building and decide to enter through the front doors (which are barely there). We make our way through, the descent into darkness. When you're in, you see the small, but main 'lobby' I guess it could be. With two long, dark stretches of hallways. One to the left, one to the right. Looking down them is what you expect to see in Ghost Hunters. A long hall, barely lit from the sunlight pouring through the broken windows of the rooms. At the end there was a set of double-doors, both with broken windows. Only more black can be seen beyond them from here. Our bravery may have taken a small drop at this point, haha. We head down the left hallway.

The first room. As Sam, Taylor, and Kathlyn enter the first room, I stay at the doorway, still staring further down the hallway. Like a deer stuck in the headlights with the feeling of something staring back. A few seconds go by, and I turn to join them in the room. At this point I thought my mind was playing trick on me, as I saw some movement in the corner of my eye down there. I ignore it for now and join the others. The rooms.....dark, peeling, destroyed, filled with graffiti. Only a small broken window in this room. Very narrow, it looks to be a holding room or patient's room. Nothing special about this room, so we go back into the hall. Not the fun part. I dread every time we must go back to the hall to move on.

The next room. It appears to be a storage room. One of the most interesting finds on the trip. Cubbyholes still labeled with the names of those now deceased patients, or workers of the place. Nothing feels weird in this room. Just a cool find.

And then there were bathrooms. Oh boy. If you're playing a ghost or monster video game, you know going into the bathrooms is never fun. Obviously split for males and females one day, there were two doors next to each other. But the walls between the two were broken down. In it we found the typical bathroom things, just some stalls, with shattered toilets, and some sinks. Mirrors were broken (thank God! haunted + mirrors don't go well together in my opinion).

As we move throughout the first floor, we don't encounter anything strange. It's just cool to look around at the rooms and see what was there and what's been painted over. The stairs consist of two sets to get to each floor. One problem. Taylor forgot where they were. We approach a door and discuss what to do as he tries to remember where he and Kathlyn had gone on Monday. Remember, there is no wind, not even a slight breeze. The door starts to slowly open inward. As it's done opening, we find ourselves where Taylor needed to go.

----I'll finish it in a bit-----