Wow, so many cool stories in here, I have to go back and read some more. I just wanted to share a couple of weird things that happened to me over the
years, take it how you will...
Back in 2005 (I was a senior in high school) I remember staying up late one night talking to a girl I was dating, we were basically swapping ghost
stories and getting each other all worked up, freaked out, whatever. Around 2am we got off the phone, and I went to bed. Now I'm not saying a ghost
did this, it could have just been... well something I can't explain. But at the time I would have laughed at you
if you tried to tell me it
wasn't spiritual in some way. Anyway, I had this digital alarm clock that was only a month or two old (I still have it, and I refuse to use it since
this night), and it had two alarms on it, a switch for each one. I set both of them, one for 6:45 and one for 6:50am, and went to sleep. Well, I
tried to go to sleep. I felt like there was "something" there with me. I didn't want to look around the room, and I felt like something was touching
me on my leg and my back, like just one finger slightly stroking. I faced the wall and tried to brush it off. I was pretty freaked out but I didn't
want "it" to know that, whatever "it" might be. Eventually I got to sleep. Until around 3:20am when my alarm went off. I was almost angry, because
I thought it was time to get up. Then I realized the time... Puzzled, I hit the first switch and turned the alarm off. I pressed the button to check
what time the alarm was set for, and it still said 6:45. I shook my head and turned the alarm back on and rolled over. Before I could get back to
sleep, about 10 minutes later my alarm went off again. I sighed deeply and hit the switch again. It kept going off. I turned that switch back on,
and turned the second switch off, and it stopped. I checked the time it was set for, and it was still 6:50. After mumbling a few curse words I left
this one off and rolled over again. I started to doze off, but in about 20 minutes the alarm sounded again! I was confused. I reached over and
unplugged the clock from the wall. I halfway expected it to go off again, but it didn't. It had never done that before, and I haven't used it since.
I really don't know what to say about it.
This is one of the many strange stories to come from my house that I moved into in 2007, and one of the less freaky. I referenced one of the events
in another thread, but that story deserves its own post, and wouldn't want to exhaust them all in one anyway
If it's relevant, my house was built
by my great grandfather in the '40s (he is no longer with us) and it sits directly next to a cemetery which was built well after the house, and is
still in use. This event probably took place in early 2008. It was late one night, and my roommate was out getting drunk or whatever it is that
roommates do when they aren't home. I was watching TV in the living room with my dog, and on a whim I walked out the front door which faces away from
the cemetery and stood on my porch and was just enjoying the night air, looking around. I looked to my left and about 15 feet away near a small tree
something caught my eye -- it looked like a thin wisp of smoke, about 3 feet tall and a foot or so off the ground. I described it at the time as
looking like the smoke that rolls off the end of a cigarette. And no, I was not smoking when I walked out there. What I saw sounds like what some
people refer to as a vortex. I stared at it just long enough to convince myself that I wasn't seeing things, no more than 2 seconds, and watched it
dissipate right in front of my eyes. I wasn't frightened by it, but it did give me an eerie feeling that I might not be alone, as this was one of my
earliest experiences at that house.
One more thing that is odd. This happened only a few weeks ago at my dad's house, where I grew up. I was downstairs in the "half underground
basement" laying on the couch and it was probably 3am, I don't remember but it was late. The only light in the room was very dim and coming from the
abnormally high window which was to the left, above and behind me (I'm guessing from the moon), and I was facing the entrance to the hallway. I was
starting to doze off but I still had my eyes open, and I noticed a dark shadow that appeared to walk on four legs, about the size of my Pit Bull,
heading for the hallway. I never looked directly at it because I assumed it actually was my dog, and I called for him "Sarge, come here." The figure
ignored me and walked out of sight. That frustrated me slightly because he is well trained, so I called louder "Sarge! What the hell man?" and at
that moment I heard him move a bit and breathe heavily from the love seat which was to my left, directly under the window where he had apparently been
sleeping until I called his name the second time. Although the whole room was slightly illuminated, the shadow had started moving in a place that was
below (read: closer to me than) where the light was actually shining, making it fairly impossible in my mind to be caused from something outside the
house. It would have been large, distorted and lighter if that were the case.
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