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Here's an old one of mine from a previous thread. You can use it/have need of filler.
"The closest I've gotten to anything paranormal occurred in grade school. Every summer my parents and I would go out to my grandparents farm in the middle-of-nowhere Indiana, a couple hours southwest of Indianapolis.
The farmhouse itself dated to just after the Civil War. It didn't have much in the way of modern convenience (read: no AC and few power outlets since all wiring was an after thought.) Also much of the house was added-on after the original construction. For example, the main bathroom had actually been an outhouse that was incorporated into the building. The only original parts were the front/living room, the formal dining room adjoining it, a small kitchen off to the side of that, the stairs, and the second floor bedroom with a small sitting room.
Since the summer was incredibly hot and space always at a premium, I would usually just sleep in the front room. (My grandparents had the upstairs bedroom and my parents took a back-bedroom that was an addition). With the windows and doors open - we were in the middle of nowhere and it was a more innocent time - it didn't seem nearly as stifling a place to sleep as some of the other rooms. Tucked into one of those "old-timey" lounge type couches it could even be comfortable.
Anyway, one night I found myself woken up by...absolute quiet. It was total. A real conspicuous silence. The kind that seems like some “thing” will punish you if you so much as clear your throat or shift your weight just a little too enthusiastically. There was no rustling from the plantlife outside, no appliances humming, even the cricket on the porch when I initially nodded off had stopped. Now I had grown up with cats and dogs, and feeders in the yard to attract various suburban wildlife; squirrels, chipmunks, deer. So I'm used to hearing scratching and scurrying and whatnot and am used to it. (In fact I think I would have preferred it). Not to mention the sound of cars, televisions, and things that go bump in the night. But this was just an oppressive absence of sound that I hadn't really experienced before.
So I tried to get comfortable to get back to sleep. I rolled over facing the above mentioned dining room. And that's when I first noticed it. Slight movement waaaaay in the back corner. I couldn't quit make out what was causing it. It was like catching sight of "something" in the moonlight. (And no there wasn't any. Just some ambient light from a bulb on a nearby shed illuminating the yard). The movement was sort of swaying back and forth gently in the corner. It struck me odd since there wasn't a breeze or anything. No fans were on and there were no vents nearby.
That's when I saw it start swaying its way out of the corner.
Its form became more noticeable. As it began bobbing its way along the back wall it looked almost like someone hunched over...a relatively small someone too. A kid? A petite woman? It also looked like "they" were wearing what at first glance was an over-sized hoodie, but then it seemed more like a large cloak or something. For some reason it still seemed to be reflecting a very very pale light, even though there wasn't any for it to reflect. (Or maybe a drunk midget drifter got doused with a whole lot of flour and decided to break-in. Either way...)
It continued its way forward and weaved around the furniture and chairs, all the while doing that odd bobbing motion. The movement began to look more like someone walking with a gimpy foot though. It definitely began to look like someone laboring under an incredibly large bundle of cloth. There were no feet or arms per se...just the impression of someone struggling under a heavy weight. Again, it wasn't a big figure -- maybe a few feet in height. And things were still totally quiet.
When it swayed its way around the table is when I got a (relatively) good look at it. The cloak was more like a long one-piece robe and it was still hunched over, but no real texture to speak of. This quick look gave way to the realization that it was advancing into the living room.
I was just pulling up the sheet I had when it - more or less - looked up. Right at me. Where the face would be was a...well.. space. An empty space that only highlighted its other notable feature; two very sharp, very small dots of light for "eyes." They actually were quite brilliant. Two beaming little bits of light, shining right at me. They were white lights, but didn't really illuminate anything. The place was still dark as it ever was.
I saw that it swayed its way to the middle of the living room and stopped...right before diving under my sheet and thereby protecting myself in the finest tradition of children everywhere.
I was just reaching that stage of "don't flex a muscle, stay still stay quiet stay alive" when I decided that this was ridiculous. I was being a baby. There wasn't really anything out there (and if there was it probably left by now). I probably just wasn't used to sleeping in this place. Besides it was getting hot and CO2 deadly under the sheet.
So I peaked my head out.
Not only was it still there, it apparently "stood-up." It was huge. Taller than the adults in the house anyway. Its eyes had gotten bigger too. The lights were much larger and glaring. It was looking down at me and was continuing its back and forth swaying motion. The cloak part of it seemed to have thinned (or stretched) too, but still kept the entirety of the figure covered. It hadn't advanced any closer than the middle of the room and it still hadn't made any noise. It still had that odd form of illumination like it was reflecting something. It was appearing to raise up higher still when I retreated back under the sheet.
And there I stayed, literally scared stiff. I didn't dare move a muscle or breath hard. This was one of those primal, reptile-brain type fears. Eventually the desire to not suffocate myself got the better of me and I worked up the courage to wiggle a pinky finger enough to move the sheet and make an air hole. I lay there just waiting for sunrise and imagining whatever it was hovering a few inches from face. Only those few millimeters of sheet keeping me from getting de-fleshed or made into a necklace that screamed or whatever.
The next thing I know I wake up on the couch with activity going on all over the house. Everyone was up and some other relatives and even neighbors had come by. I went to the kitchen, dying of thirst and hearing about being a "sleepy-head" and "bout time you woke up." So I said, in the matter of fact way only kids can, I was up all night because of the ghost. Everyone just kind of stopped and looked at me. A ghost huh...
Yes. It was right there. It came out of the dining room.
No one said anything, they just stared. My grandmother laughed and said "There's no ghosts" before turning back to what she was doing. I repeated my self, stressing what I had experienced but was still greeted with silence. My grandmother then turned back and said "Well your grandfather got up to go to the bathroom last night, you just saw him."
The problem with that was a) the bathroom was right at the bottom of the stairs. To get there, you don't go through the front room, much less the dining room, just walk straight and b) grandfather was a rather rotund and not-subtle man. He had three jobs in life; fighting in the Pacific, driving a truck, and farming. He was certainly not the kind to bob and weave through the house. For my grandpa to have done it, he would have to have lumbered downstairs, go though the living room, into the back of the dining room, then walk back through both, before going back upstairs without me realizing it.
Pointing this didn't seem to make a dent though. The issue was dropped and never mentioned again. I was given a new place to sleep on a closed in porch which went without incident.
tl;dr I saw a ghost/sleep paralysis/ hypnagogia and got scared."
"The closest I've gotten to anything paranormal occurred in grade school. Every summer my parents and I would go out to my grandparents farm in the middle-of-nowhere Indiana, a couple hours southwest of Indianapolis.
The farmhouse itself dated to just after the Civil War. It didn't have much in the way of modern convenience (read: no AC and few power outlets since all wiring was an after thought.) Also much of the house was added-on after the original construction. For example, the main bathroom had actually been an outhouse that was incorporated into the building. The only original parts were the front/living room, the formal dining room adjoining it, a small kitchen off to the side of that, the stairs, and the second floor bedroom with a small sitting room.
Since the summer was incredibly hot and space always at a premium, I would usually just sleep in the front room. (My grandparents had the upstairs bedroom and my parents took a back-bedroom that was an addition). With the windows and doors open - we were in the middle of nowhere and it was a more innocent time - it didn't seem nearly as stifling a place to sleep as some of the other rooms. Tucked into one of those "old-timey" lounge type couches it could even be comfortable.
Anyway, one night I found myself woken up by...absolute quiet. It was total. A real conspicuous silence. The kind that seems like some “thing” will punish you if you so much as clear your throat or shift your weight just a little too enthusiastically. There was no rustling from the plantlife outside, no appliances humming, even the cricket on the porch when I initially nodded off had stopped. Now I had grown up with cats and dogs, and feeders in the yard to attract various suburban wildlife; squirrels, chipmunks, deer. So I'm used to hearing scratching and scurrying and whatnot and am used to it. (In fact I think I would have preferred it). Not to mention the sound of cars, televisions, and things that go bump in the night. But this was just an oppressive absence of sound that I hadn't really experienced before.
So I tried to get comfortable to get back to sleep. I rolled over facing the above mentioned dining room. And that's when I first noticed it. Slight movement waaaaay in the back corner. I couldn't quit make out what was causing it. It was like catching sight of "something" in the moonlight. (And no there wasn't any. Just some ambient light from a bulb on a nearby shed illuminating the yard). The movement was sort of swaying back and forth gently in the corner. It struck me odd since there wasn't a breeze or anything. No fans were on and there were no vents nearby.
That's when I saw it start swaying its way out of the corner.
Its form became more noticeable. As it began bobbing its way along the back wall it looked almost like someone hunched over...a relatively small someone too. A kid? A petite woman? It also looked like "they" were wearing what at first glance was an over-sized hoodie, but then it seemed more like a large cloak or something. For some reason it still seemed to be reflecting a very very pale light, even though there wasn't any for it to reflect. (Or maybe a drunk midget drifter got doused with a whole lot of flour and decided to break-in. Either way...)
It continued its way forward and weaved around the furniture and chairs, all the while doing that odd bobbing motion. The movement began to look more like someone walking with a gimpy foot though. It definitely began to look like someone laboring under an incredibly large bundle of cloth. There were no feet or arms per se...just the impression of someone struggling under a heavy weight. Again, it wasn't a big figure -- maybe a few feet in height. And things were still totally quiet.
When it swayed its way around the table is when I got a (relatively) good look at it. The cloak was more like a long one-piece robe and it was still hunched over, but no real texture to speak of. This quick look gave way to the realization that it was advancing into the living room.
I was just pulling up the sheet I had when it - more or less - looked up. Right at me. Where the face would be was a...well.. space. An empty space that only highlighted its other notable feature; two very sharp, very small dots of light for "eyes." They actually were quite brilliant. Two beaming little bits of light, shining right at me. They were white lights, but didn't really illuminate anything. The place was still dark as it ever was.
I saw that it swayed its way to the middle of the living room and stopped...right before diving under my sheet and thereby protecting myself in the finest tradition of children everywhere.
I was just reaching that stage of "don't flex a muscle, stay still stay quiet stay alive" when I decided that this was ridiculous. I was being a baby. There wasn't really anything out there (and if there was it probably left by now). I probably just wasn't used to sleeping in this place. Besides it was getting hot and CO2 deadly under the sheet.
So I peaked my head out.
Not only was it still there, it apparently "stood-up." It was huge. Taller than the adults in the house anyway. Its eyes had gotten bigger too. The lights were much larger and glaring. It was looking down at me and was continuing its back and forth swaying motion. The cloak part of it seemed to have thinned (or stretched) too, but still kept the entirety of the figure covered. It hadn't advanced any closer than the middle of the room and it still hadn't made any noise. It still had that odd form of illumination like it was reflecting something. It was appearing to raise up higher still when I retreated back under the sheet.
And there I stayed, literally scared stiff. I didn't dare move a muscle or breath hard. This was one of those primal, reptile-brain type fears. Eventually the desire to not suffocate myself got the better of me and I worked up the courage to wiggle a pinky finger enough to move the sheet and make an air hole. I lay there just waiting for sunrise and imagining whatever it was hovering a few inches from face. Only those few millimeters of sheet keeping me from getting de-fleshed or made into a necklace that screamed or whatever.
The next thing I know I wake up on the couch with activity going on all over the house. Everyone was up and some other relatives and even neighbors had come by. I went to the kitchen, dying of thirst and hearing about being a "sleepy-head" and "bout time you woke up." So I said, in the matter of fact way only kids can, I was up all night because of the ghost. Everyone just kind of stopped and looked at me. A ghost huh...
Yes. It was right there. It came out of the dining room.
No one said anything, they just stared. My grandmother laughed and said "There's no ghosts" before turning back to what she was doing. I repeated my self, stressing what I had experienced but was still greeted with silence. My grandmother then turned back and said "Well your grandfather got up to go to the bathroom last night, you just saw him."
The problem with that was a) the bathroom was right at the bottom of the stairs. To get there, you don't go through the front room, much less the dining room, just walk straight and b) grandfather was a rather rotund and not-subtle man. He had three jobs in life; fighting in the Pacific, driving a truck, and farming. He was certainly not the kind to bob and weave through the house. For my grandpa to have done it, he would have to have lumbered downstairs, go though the living room, into the back of the dining room, then walk back through both, before going back upstairs without me realizing it.
Pointing this didn't seem to make a dent though. The issue was dropped and never mentioned again. I was given a new place to sleep on a closed in porch which went without incident.
tl;dr I saw a ghost/sleep paralysis/ hypnagogia and got scared."
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