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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 27, 2017 23:48:43 GMT
Pretty darn' spooky, Mike. I know you've got a skeptical explanation at the bottom of your post, but is there any kind of history to the house? The possibility that anyone died there, etc.? I just ask because I do enjoy investigating these stories. Nah, not that I know of. I think it was built in the 60s and only had one previous family living there before my parents bought it, and as far as I know they're all still alive or at least they were at the time. However, some 10 years prior to my experience, a friend of my mother died in an accident. So, one night a week or so after that, my mother was sitting at pretty much the same spot of the room where I saw that woman, writing a funeral speech or something of that sort, when this glowing light suddenly appeared on the wall in front of her growing bigger and bigger until it disappeared. Exhaustion etc. from the experience of her friend's death, maybe, but it freaked her out nonetheless. Maybe it was her who I saw, but why she'd be dressed up in Victorian clothes I don't know. Another friend of my mother who's a hardcore believer in anything supernatural went to a medium a couple of years ago, and apparently they (without visiting it) described that same room saying there's 'something going on in there'. Other freaky stuff has happened in that house as well, and mainly on my late grand-fathers birthday. RC cars driving themselves in the middle of the night, an old wall clock which hadn't worked for years suddenly decided to start itself up for a bit and glass of some sort which we clearly heard break in the kitchen without us finding any trace of it. Hm! That last part is very interesting. Actually, your whole story reminds me of a story my father used to tell...but I'm reluctant to put it on here because I keep monopolizing this thread! Thanks again for your story.
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Post by poelzig on Mar 1, 2017 7:10:24 GMT
Getting raped during my sleep paralysis. Not even trolling. A ghost raped you or a living person did? Never mind I see you already answered.
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Post by Ass_E9 on Mar 1, 2017 19:31:37 GMT
The scariest thing in general was not having yet grasped the concept of dreams as a child; I believed certain things actually happened. Like my toy phone coming to life and biting my hand.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2017 19:36:12 GMT
This is usually a great ice breaker Being in Hell.
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Post by maxwellperfect on Mar 2, 2017 0:08:38 GMT
I've experienced some hard-to-explain situations or feelings, including feeling I was in the presence of a dead person, but they weren't particularly scary; more positive or at least interesting experiences.
One scary one is probably the most easily explainable: I was driving on the access road past an undeveloped field in an area between two towns and I saw a woman wearing a diaphanous white gown, like a wedding gown, just standing at the edge of field near the road. I looked and she met my gaze and smiled, and I was so creeped out that I just hit the gas and didn't look back. Not sure why anyone would have been standing out there in the middle of nowhere, but hardly inexplicable. That smile froze my insides, though.
Another scary one was when I was working late in an office building that had previously been a bank. I had heard co-workers saying they thought the place was haunted for whatever reason, and one woman had said she had seen a little boy in the ladies' room. On that occasion, I needed to nap and found an empty storeroom to lie down in. Just as I was nodding off I heard loud footsteps running right up me. I jumped up, but there was no one there.
The most interesting one happened in another office, after work hours. I was coming out of an office with a glass door, and with the large glass windows it was possible to see through periscoping reflections a hallway that was actually behind me and to my left. I saw a small child with a full-grown woman walking behind her. The child slipped and fell on her face. I thought to myself that some co-worker had brought their child to work and it had carelessly slipped while trying to run in the hall. A few minutes later, one of the office assistants came up to me and told me that she had slipped on the floor and fallen. I asked her if anyone was with her and she said no. There was no one else in the office. So what I saw apparently was the reflection of a woman who made a full-grown woman look like a child by comparison. who happened to be following the office assistant right before she fell, and who wasn't there. I've wondered to myself if I was just seeing a weird double reflection, but that seems very unlikely. If it were a double reflection I should have been able to discern that it was just two images of the same person.
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Post by Nalkarj on Mar 2, 2017 19:40:32 GMT
I've experienced some hard-to-explain situations or feelings, including feeling I was in the presence of a dead person, but they weren't particularly scary; more positive or at least interesting experiences. One scary one is probably the most easily explainable: I was driving on the access road past an undeveloped field in an area between two towns and I saw a woman wearing a diaphanous white gown, like a wedding gown, just standing at the edge of field near the road. I looked and she met my gaze and smiled, and I was so creeped out that I just hit the gas and didn't look back. Not sure why anyone would have been standing out there in the middle of nowhere, but hardly inexplicable. That smile froze my insides, though. Another scary one was when I was working late in an office building that had previously been a bank. I had heard co-workers saying they thought the place was haunted for whatever reason, and one woman had said she had seen a little boy in the ladies' room. On that occasion, I needed to nap and found an empty storeroom to lie down in. Just as I was nodding off I heard loud footsteps running right up me. I jumped up, but there was no one there. The most interesting one happened in another office, after work hours. I was coming out of an office with a glass door, and with the large glass windows it was possible to see through periscoping reflections a hallway that was actually behind me and to my left. I saw a small child with a full-grown woman walking behind her. The child slipped and fell on her face. I thought to myself that some co-worker had brought their child to work and it had carelessly slipped while trying to run in the hall. A few minutes later, one of the office assistants came up to me and told me that she had slipped on the floor and fallen. I asked her if anyone was with her and she said no. There was no one else in the office. So what I saw apparently was the reflection of a woman who made a full-grown woman look like a child by comparison. who happened to be following the office assistant right before she fell, and who wasn't there. I've wondered to myself if I was just seeing a weird double reflection, but that seems very unlikely. If it were a double reflection I should have been able to discern that it was just two images of the same person. Great stories: thanks for sharing 'em!
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Post by Nalkarj on Mar 2, 2017 19:54:06 GMT
Hm! That last part is very interesting. Actually, your whole story reminds me of a story my father used to tell...but I'm reluctant to put it on here because I keep monopolizing this thread! Thanks again for your story. Correction: it was on my late great-grandfathers birthday when these things occurred. However, my grandfather also died last year, and when my parents woke up on the day of his funeral this black little bird was sitting on a shelf right next to their bed. Their window was only partially opened so why it randomly decided to squeeze itself in there I don't know. Weird coincidences like that almost make me believe in the supernatural more than entities being spotted etc. Anyway, if you say a you also have to say b. I'd like to hear that story. I agree about strange coincidences like that. Utterly fascinating, and compelling, but with the faintest sense of hope about it all. ____________________ I'll tell you the story, then, if you'd like. Nothing particularly scary happened to my father, but it is a good ghost story all the same. My father is retired now, but for years he worked for the local cable company. One evening, when I was very young, he came home from work and said he had had something strange happen to him that day. Apparently, he had had a job that day in one of the wealthier areas in town, where there are a large number of Colonial- and Revolutionary-era houses still standing. He had entered and found the homeowner welcoming and cooperative; the homeowner also had a large, friendly, slobbery dog that rushed up to and travelled around the house with my father. So my father was fixing the television and everything, and he eventually realized that he'd have to go upstairs to run a line. Just before going up, he stopped at the bottom of the staircase, feeling an ice-cold breeze (on a warm summer's day), and turned to see the dog whimpering at the bottom of the stairs. The dog would not move, just merely stared at the top of the stairs and whimpered incessantly. My father was confused but went and did the job and eventually came back down to find the dog gone. Just as my father was leaving, he said to the homeowner, "By the way, you have a really great dog. But is there a reason why he won't go up the stairs?" The homeowner looked at him for a moment as if she were about to laugh, and then said, "Don't say you've seen the ghost." I'm sure you know where this is leading. In Colonial times, the home was owned by a brawny old fellow with a young son. One day, the son was out in the fields behind the house, picking flowers, while his father was in the backyard, chopping wood. Suddenly, the blade of the axe came off and struck the boy in the head. He was rushed up to his bedroom and the local doctor alerted, but the boy was dead before the doctor could arrive. The homeowner said that her sister had stayed in the little boy's room and absolutely refused to step back in the room again, having seen (without being told the story) a little boy holding flowers appear several times in the night. To be fair, though, the homeowner said that she didn't believe in ghosts and had felt absolutely nothing strange. On the other hand, the dog still refuses to go upstairs. ____________ I'm sure one can find a skeptical solution, if one looks hard enough, but it remains one of my favorite scary stories to tell. (My absolute is, of course, the one in Venice that happened to me.)
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Post by HorrorMetal on Mar 3, 2017 4:49:26 GMT
Nearly drowning in a raging river at night and not being able to get out was really terrifying. I thought I was going to die. But as for something paranormal, I saw the ghost of what could have been my great grandmother at my aunt's house when I was a kid. She stood at the foot of my bed in the middle of the night and was completely still. She had a pointy nose and wore an old fashioned dress and had her hair in a bun. My great grandmother died before my mom was even born and the reason that I think that it was her is because I saw a picture years later that matched the ghost completely. Very eerie.
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Post by poelzig on Mar 7, 2017 6:38:24 GMT
I'm not sure if this should be considered paranormal but it scared me at the time and to be honest still gives me the creeps to this day.
When I was a boy scout around 12 or 13 we had a camp out at a large scout camp near a lake area. After we had set up our tents the weather turned bad and there was rain and lightning. Back then I would sometimes walk in my sleep and wake up in other rooms of our house. It would be odd but thankfully never dangerous or scary. That was about to change.
There were 2 scouts to each tent and after we had eaten under a pavilion and did the obligatory ghost stories we all ran back to our tents through the drizzle and settled in. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was my tentmate saying he hoped he wouldn't have to go pee because it was so dark and scary and if he went into the woods he might get hit by lightning.
I woke up an undetermined amount of time later sitting in pitch blackness OUTSIDE with no moon or stars. I was wearing the sweatpants and t shirt I went to sleep in but also had my shoes on. The rain had stopped but it was windy and I was damp and cold. When the occasional lightning lit up the blackness I realized I had walked in my sleep and had been sitting down leaning against a tree. I had no idea where our camp was and there were no lights to be seen anywhere. I was scared but not panicked and figured I would look around each time the sky lit up and eventually recognize something and if not I would start yelling for help. I stood up and readied myself when I heard some movement through the trees.
Sure enough seconds later the sky kit up and I could see bushes moving so I called out but the movement stopped. I called out again in the darkness but no answer. Less than a minute later lightning lit the area again like daylight and maybe 50 feet away standing at the edge of a clearing next to more trees was a large figure wearing a full length rain coat with a hood covering his or it's head. The figure seemed to be looking right at me but was just standing there. He was standing far enough away from the tree line for me to tell it was definitely a person. Not a bush or an animal or tree. I could see pants and boots and a rain slicker with a hood as clear as if it was a well lit room.
I screamed something but was too scared and disoriented to do anything else. Suddenly it was pitch black again. I started moving in the opposite direction from where I had seen the figure feeling my way through the woods.When the lightning lit up the sky again I looked back to the clearing and caught a glimpse of the figure passing the tree I had woke up next to.
In full panic mode I ran at full speed through the trees and briars and bushes. Sometimes falling and crawling and every few minutes stopping to listen and wait for the inevitable lightning flash to help me see. I thought I could hear movement behind me but it may have been the wind and I didn't see anyone behind me. After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes I saw a figure in front of me and I froze unable to move. I heard someone call my name and realized it was one of the scouts in my troop, I ran up to him and after he finished peeing he led me back to our tents using his flashlight.
I went to my tent and wrapped up in my sleeping bag and went to sleep. The next morning I told everyone what happened and asked my tentmate if he knew I left. He said he woke up as I was unzipping the tent and he had asked if I wanted him to go with me and I just grunted so he went back to sleep. Being scouts we searched the area and found what may have been where I was. There were lots of footprints in the mud which told us nothing. The scoutmasters searched and inquired if any other troops or people had reserved the use of the camp and was told we were the only ones there.
My scrapes and cuts were seen to and it was suggested when I told my parents I try and be calm or we would never be allowed to camp out again or at least I wouldn't. Some of the troop thought I may have just dreamed the whole thing or mistook bushes for what was clearly a large man lurking in a boy scout camp during a bad storm. Most were as freaked out as I was. My mom was angry and ripped the adults on the outing new assholes but ended up having to calm down my dad after he slammed the scoutmaster hard against his new SUV several times putting a nice dent into it.
I never went back to that particular scout camp again and always tied one foot to something heavy in my tent when I went camping after that. I still think about what happened and will always wonder who that was in the woods and if they were playing a mean spirited prank or actually meant to do me harm. I even wonder if it was something not quite human. I doubt I will ever know.
Pleasant dreams everyone.
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Post by looking4klingons on Mar 8, 2017 4:54:41 GMT
Just to be clear, I was sexually assulted by one of the "demons" in my sleep paralysis. Not an actual person. Still though, it was freaky as f***. I believe you, they are violent, selfish, and sex-crazy. Genesis 6 lets us know.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2017 18:29:16 GMT
The house I lived in as a kid was haunted. It was scary whenever I slept in the downstairs bedroom. I would often hear a voice whispering my name, and I had the most messed up nightmares.
I'd also see a man smoking a cigarette in our backyard at night.
Once my parents moved me to an upstairs bedroom, I had no issues.
We moved out of there when I was 7, but my dad owned the house and rented it to multiple tenants who reported the same things happening. They thought the man in the backyard they'd see at night was a ghost as he always looked/dressed the same even 10-15 years later....
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Post by fangirl1975 on Mar 12, 2017 19:03:44 GMT
I haven't had any paranormal experiences. However the telephone ringing did freak me out for a few days after I saw the flick The Ring on VHS.
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Post by poelzig on Mar 13, 2017 1:30:02 GMT
I haven't had any paranormal experiences. However the telephone ringing did freak me out for a few days after I saw the flick The Ring on VHS. There's a hilarious special feature on the dvd. After the movie is over the surround sound makes it sound like a phone is ringing in your home.
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Post by Nalkarj on Mar 23, 2017 17:54:07 GMT
Hey Sal. Update: I talked with my best friend and she will check her tapes for it. If anyone still has it,vshe will. Hi Dontrocktheboat-- No news on this? Just wondering.
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Post by theshape25 on Mar 28, 2017 7:45:10 GMT
My girlfriend and I lived in a townhouse for a year before we bought our house. One night we were upstairs watching tv in our bedroom and we decided to go down to the kitchen to get a snack and something to drink. When we got down there and turned on the lights to the kitchen we saw that every drawer and cabinet was wide open.
Then a few days later we were in our living room. We had a half bath right off of the living room and we had our washer and dryer in there. Our dryer kicked on by itself.
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Post by robin on Apr 20, 2017 17:51:38 GMT
I have a couple of scary stories that happened to me.
#1
I don't believe in ghosts or anything supernatural, but about 10 years ago I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a black figure of a man standing in the middle of my bedroom looking directly at me. In panic mode, I jumped out of bed and ran right through it to turn on the lights. Once I reached the other side of the room and turned on the lights, I turned around and saw the figure disappearing into thin air. I remember standing there for a couple of minutes, eyes wide open, checking every corner of the room to make sure "he" (because I thought it could've been a burglar) wasn't hiding anywhere. After some time had passed I came to the conclusion it was just a very vivid product of my imagination, but it scared the living crap out of me nonetheless.
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When I was four, me, my sister (6) and five other friends about our age were picking on a couple of girls who recently moved to our neighbourhood with their family. We filled buckets of water as we were planning on soaking them. We chased them around untill they started crying and ran off to their parents (we were assholes).
At one point we were closing in on their house to see where they were at. We were close enough to hear the girls explain to their father what had happened, but we couldn't see them as their backyard was surrounded by a giant hedge. Suddenly, we hear their dad totally flipping out, like he was possessed by a demon or something. -- The seven of us started freaking out and ran back to our backyard, where we hid in a small shed.
I can still remember how frightened I was; I was shaking and tried so hard not to make a sound because I knew the girls' dad was looking for us. About 30 seconds later, we hear the fence in our backyard opening, followed by heavy footsteps coming our way. A couple of seconds later we saw him passing by through the window in the door of the shed. For a moment I thought we were safe, but then he turned back and noticed us cowering inside as he walked by again.
He opened the door. (That's when we all started crying, because he was holding a f_cking knife...) -- He immediately started yelling at us, but I can't remember what exactly, all I remember is "Do you want knife?! Do you want knife?!" (he's Turkish), all the while holding the knife at our faces. -- I thought I was going to die.
About 30 seconds later he finally left, and we never picked on those girls again.
*Years later my mother told me the girls' father spent years in prison prior to this event for stabbing his brother to death. Had I known this before, I would have shat my pants in that shed for sure.
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When I was about 12 years old, we used to hear scratching noises in our garage every single night (our garage was attached to our house). It usually happened between 10 and 11 PM, but sometimes at 2 and 3 AM. In the morning, my mother always checked the garage for signs of what might have caused the sounds, she never could find anything, and neither could we. But after a month or two, we started noticing these giant scratch marks all over the concrete walls of the garage, like someone chiseled the hell out of it, almost like claw marks. We were sure those weren't there before.
Eventually, after a couple of months the sounds stopped and we haven't heard them since then. According to our neighbour who bought the house after we moved, the marks are still there, but he never heard any weird noises.
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Post by Nalkarj on Apr 20, 2017 18:10:07 GMT
I have a couple of scary stories that happened to me. #1I don't believe in ghosts or anything supernatural, but about 10 years ago I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a black figure of a man standing in the middle of my bedroom, looking directly at me. In panic mode, I jumped out of bed and ran right through it to turn on the lights. Once I reached the other side of the room and turned on the lights, the figure disappeared into thin air. I remember standing there for a couple of minutes, eyes wide open, checking every corner of the room to make sure "he" (because I thought it could've been a burglar) wasn't hiding anywhere. After some time had passed I came to the conclusion it was just a very vivid product of my imagination, but it scared the living crap out of me nonetheless. Good Lord, Robin. These are quite some stories. #2, I'm sure, was particularly terrifying for you and your friends. #1, which I've highlighted here, seems to me a bit like the " shadow man" image that we have discussed before on this thread. Several people, myself included, have "woken," put in quotation marks because it occurred sometimes while in sleep paralysis, to see a black figure of a man, often wearing a hat, leaning over the bedside. Rodney Ascher filmed a re-enactment of this kind of situation in his 2015 documentary The Nightmare. I don't know if that's what that was, but it seems quite similar. When I was in high school, I worked with a girl at a summer camp, and we got around to telling "the scariest thing that has happened to you" ice-breaker. I told my Venice story, but her story was quite similar to yours. I'm hoping I can remember all the details. She said that when she was around five, she had her first sleepover at a friend's house. She was staying on a cot in her friend's bedroom when she woke up around two o'clock in the morning and saw the bathroom light on. Thinking that one of her friend's parents was using the restroom, she drifted back to sleep. When she woke up again, the light was off, and she drifted back. She then woke up a third time and saw that, once again, the light was on. She thought that was slightly curious but nothing to get too worked up about. By this time, she had to go to the bathroom, so she got up and walked over. The light was on, but no one was in the bathroom. She turned around quickly, getting an odd feeling at that moment. There was a stationary black figure near the window, completely still. She was scared, at first, but then realized that it must be a statue or plant or something. You know what tricks our eyes play in the dark! It still was completely stationary, and she headed back to bed. The next morning, when she went down to breakfast, she was shocked to see that the friend's family had no statue or plant in the living room--nothing at all in front of the window. She asked her friend's mother if something had been moved since the last night--nothing. She was quite worried at this point, and the friend's mother kept asking if something were wrong. The friend said, "Maybe she saw the Key Man." Her mother told her to be quiet Well, she told us at that summer camp, she's no longer close to her friend, but her mother had seen the friend's mother in the supermarket several weeks earlier, and the two of them got to talking about their daughters' childhoods and imaginary friends. The friend's mother had laughed and said, "Well, my daughter used to have an imaginary friend called 'the Key Man.'" Now, this story obviously didn't happen to me, and I have no verification, of course, but it's a good one, and similar to yours, robin, no?
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Post by robin on Apr 20, 2017 18:25:59 GMT
#1, which I've highlighted here, seems to me a bit like the " shadow man" image that we have discussed before on this thread. Several people, myself included, have "woken," put in quotation marks because it occurred sometimes while in sleep paralysis, to see a black figure of a man, often wearing a hat, leaning over the bedside. Rodney Ascher filmed a re-enactment of this kind of situation in his 2015 documentary The Nightmare. I don't know if that's what that was, but it seems quite similar. When I was in high school, I worked with a girl at a summer camp, and we got around to telling "the scariest thing that has happened to you" ice-breaker. I told my Venice story, but her story was quite similar to yours. I'm hoping I can remember all the details. She said that when she was around five, she had her first sleepover at a friend's house. She was staying on a cot in her friend's bedroom when she woke up around two o'clock in the morning and saw the bathroom light on. Thinking that one of her friend's parents was using the restroom, she drifted back to sleep. When she woke up again, the light was off, and she drifted back. She then woke up a third time and saw that, once again, the light was on. She thought that was slightly curious but nothing to get too worked up about. By this time, she had to go to the bathroom, so she got up and walked over. The light was on, but no one was in the bathroom. She turned around quickly, getting an odd feeling at that moment. There was a stationary black figure near the window, completely still. She was scared, at first, but then realized that it must be a statue or plant or something. You know what tricks our eyes play in the dark! It still was completely stationary, and she headed back to bed. The next morning, when she went down to breakfast, she was shocked to see that the friend's family had no statue or plant in the living room--nothing at all in front of the window. She asked her friend's mother if something had been moved since the last night--nothing. She was quite worried at this point, and the friend's mother kept asking if something were wrong. The friend said, "Maybe she saw the Key Man." Her mother told her to be quiet Well, she told us at that summer camp, she's no longer close to her friend, but her mother had seen the friend's mother in the supermarket several weeks earlier, and the two of them got to talking about their daughters' childhoods and imaginary friends. The friend's mother had laughed and said, "Well, my daughter used to have an imaginary friend called 'the Key Man.'" Now, this story obviously didn't happen to me, and I have no verification, of course, but it's a good one, and similar to yours, robin , no? Wow, that's scary for sure. I got goosebumps reading it. I guess it's somewhat similar to my experience. I still remember what the shadow figure I saw looked like. It was almost like a silhouette of myself, but just with glowing green eyes. The weird thing is that people normally see these shadow people during sleep paralysis, but I could move just fine.
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Post by Nalkarj on Apr 20, 2017 18:50:47 GMT
True, robin. I too got goosebumps, on a hot summer's day, the first time I heard that story. It has stuck with me for many years since. Sleep paralysis need not refer to a physical paralysis, by the way, but merely an inability to react. If you could move your arms and legs but had a feeling of "my God, there's nothing I can do about this," that would count as sleep paralysis as well. Green eyes, though? And you remember its looking like you? Curious, and more similar, I think, to a particularly terrifying nightmare, which often draws on the subconscious in ways that sleep terrors and sleep paralysis do not (as far as we know). In a very bad nightmare, the self seems to separate. (I won't get into dubious parapsychological explanations, but the point remains.) I have had many nightmares in which the "I," the self, was three selves--the participant in the action of the dream, a removed presence with knowledge that I was in a dream, and of course the actual "I" that was physically sleeping. Wow, that's confusing, but do you know what I mean?
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Post by robin on Apr 20, 2017 19:03:19 GMT
True, robin . I too got goosebumps, on a hot summer's day, the first time I heard that story. It has stuck with me for many years since. Sleep paralysis need not refer to a physical paralysis, by the way, but merely an inability to react. If you could move your arms and legs but had a feeling of "my God, there's nothing I can do about this," that would count as sleep paralysis as well. Green eyes, though? And you remember its looking like you? Curious, and more similar, I think, to a particularly terrifying nightmare, which often draws on the subconscious in ways that sleep terrors and sleep paralysis do not (as far as we know). In a very bad nightmare, the self seems to separate. (I won't get into dubious parapsychological explanations, but the point remains.) I have had many nightmares in which the "I," the self, was three selves--the participant in the action of the dream, a removed presence with knowledge that I was in a dream, and of course the actual "I" that was physically sleeping. Wow, that's confusing, but do you know what I mean? Yeah, I understand what you're saying. And as for the green eyes, I forgot to mention this earlier: When I was little (I think 5 or 6 years old) I saw something similar after I woke up in the middle of the night. Not a full figure, but a "glowing hand" disappearing behind the curtains of my window. The hand wasn't just green, but it was mixed with a purplish color as well. I remember screaming for my mother after what just happened finally sinked in, but I don't think she actually believed me after I told her. Totally understandable. Again, I think it was just a very vivid product of my imagination. Our minds can play tricks like that on us sometimes.
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