• Creepy stuff that happened to you or your friends - Resurrected v2
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Hey guys! The other thread was closed about a month ago, and no one made a new one so I figured I would. Basically post those creepy experiences that has happened to you or your friends. Here are some great stories from last thread. [QUOTE=Watevaman;30351176]Bear with me here, the area this happened in was pretty big so I need to explain it first. Alright, my whole neighborhood runs along the side of a river here, with about 1,000 feet of woods at any given point separating the houses and the river. In one corner of the neighborhood, there's a network of trails that goes deeper into the forest (because the river breaks away to about 3/4 of a mile from the neighborhood), so my friends and I used to go back there and just chill. We'd have fires in the wintertime and shoot stuff in the summertime. Here's a photo from Google: [img]http://i.min.us/iduNf6.jpg[/img] We call this area the Bowl because it's a large pond-type structure, probably built as runoff for the neighborhood incase of a flood or something. The areas I have marked A and B are two distinct areas. A is a raised area, as you can see from the shadows as you get closer to the bowl. B is platform that extends about 20 feet into the bowl itself. To get down there, there is a concrete staircase as you can see going up and to the right. Here's a picture from A to B I took a little before the story: [img]http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/5903/thebigpicture4dv.jpg[/img] Further back in the woods, there used to be an old abandoned car, which will also hold a place in the events that began to unfold. [img]http://img303.imageshack.us/img303/9100/car24bp.jpg[/img] Alright, now onto the story. It was December of 2005, sometime around Christmas, because were were on our break. Now, my friends and I were night folks. We always went out and roamed the neighborhood deep in the night and this one was no different. Around 10:30 or so on a Friday, my buds and I decided to go back to the area I described above. It was a clear night, the moon was bright as it could be, so we had no flashlights or anything. We made our way back to the area where the Bowl lies and decided to go up to point A and start a fire. Well, we kept it going for about 45 minutes when we heard a giant "SCREEECH" from the area where the car is (keep in mind that's a good 1,000 feet from the Bowl). We thought nothing of it and kept the fire going for another 20 minutes or so before we decided to go down into the bowl itself. As we were waking down the path to get to point B, we heard the screeching again, except this time it was closer and there wasn't just one, but many all around us. Needless to say, we all stopped in our tracks and froze. The screeches happened about 3 more times before we decided to keep on walking and just deal with it. We took the concrete stairs down onto the walkway and out into the Bowl, noticing nothing out of the ordinary. My friend went back and got a couple large rocks from the path for us to the throw into the water, which surprisingly wasn't frozen (must've not been cold enough). So, we sat there for about 10 minutes or so throwing rocks into the water. You know, kid stuff, seeing who could get the biggest splash, trying to skip some of the smaller ones all the way to the other side, etc. Then, the friend who got the rocks for us decided to throw a huge (probably 60 lbs) one into the water from above us. The moment the splash subsided, we saw three large (bigger than a dog, smaller than a man) black shapes crawl out from the water on the other side and shuffle up to the trail and into the woods. Needless to say, we ran like we never had to get out of there and back into my neighborhood, probably a good 1/2 mile before we actually stopped and thought we were safe enough. I don't think I've ever been back there at night since this happened, even though there was probably a pretty rational explanation for what it was that crawled out of the water that night.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE=Dead Madman;30367784]In June last year it was about 2am in the middle of winter and I'd just been round a friends house for a little get together thing (as he had been in another country for some time) his mum offered me a lift home and I declined it as my house wasn't that far away. Anyway as I was walking home I heard a child laugh. Me being dramatic me I instantly shit my self thinking it was like the Blair witch or some shit like that, so I picked up the pace a bit and eventually ended up running home. So as I was just 2 blocks away from my house I hear the laugh again, but it was from in front of me, there was no one there. Then this shit got real. I had to walk down an old mud path passing a so called "haunted" church. At this point I was nearly crying at how shit scared I was. So I started running again. Hearing multiple laughs this time. I started having a panic attack. Literally. I pulled my phone out then tried to ring my mum, asking that she would pick me up. She didn't answer. I rang my sister (Who couldn't do much because she's only 11) just for reassurance. She didn't answer either. I then had a call from an unknown number. I answered it. To this day I still cannot remember what or who called me or what I said to them, all I remember is that someone called me. Obviously later that night/morning/etc. I got home and went straight to bed. The next morning my Mum's phone was ringing, I went to answer it and on the phone it said that I was ringing it. My phone was off.[/QUOTE] I have my own, too. I was around 7 or 8 and we lived in a house built in the late 30's. I slept in the smallest room, and the only room upstairs besides the bathroom and a storage room. My bed was against the wall facing the stairs and one night I heard the stairs creaking, and thought it was either my sister or one of my parents using the bathroom. I crawled out of bed to see who it was and I was scared shitless. There was a tall, dark figure peeking around my doorway. Needless to say, I ran down the stairs as fast as I could to sleep on the floor in my sister's room. I will never forget that.
Something pretty weird happened to me few months ago. I had a dream in which I had been going through my garden and heading towards my home, constantly looking at the window. As I(or whatever I was in this dream, t'was more of a first-person sequence) was near the house I started hearing some kind of high-pitch noises similar to those from 'Radio' track in HL2 and woke up. I was pretty scared, so I just stayed in my bed with my eyes closed and suddenly heard those noises again, growing louder and louder. Shortly after, all I heard was just: knock, knock. knock. knock, knock, knock. Knocking on the window. Welp, I'm fucked. knockknockknock. knock. Still closing my eyes in shock and fear I waited for another series of knocks, but nothing happened. I'm not sure how I'd managed to fall asleep later, but I hadn't checked the window that night. In the morning I finally opened my eyes and saw nothing on my window. Well, almost nothing. On the 'outside side' of the window, I could distinguish faint shape on hand with extremely long fingers, preserved in a same way as if you'd leave your fingerprints on a mirror. I haven't had any similar encounters later. The most disturbing thing is, my room is on the first floor and I don't even have any balconies.
Why do I read these stories? I know when I click on the title it'll scare me shitless. I live alone in an apartment, and the area is always dark and creepy. Fuck sake!
[QUOTE=loopoo;34863271]Why do I read these stories? I know when I click on the title it'll scare me shitless. I live alone in an apartment, and the area is always dark and creepy. Fuck sake![/QUOTE] to cheer you up, none of my... encounters ever ended with harm/violence. Except for one guy who managed to get closed in a mental hospital, but I'm not sure if it's good idea to post about it
I got some story as well lol. I don't know if it's me or the houses we move to but there's always been wierd shit going on no matter where we live.. First me and my mom used to live in a flat. I think it was build not long after WW2. My mom has always seen 'things' like her dead father or so she says. I do believe her though. There always was shit going on in that place I couldnt explain neither could my mom. At one moment for about a week or 2 I think there used to be big plates of old crumbly plaster in my bed though nothing fell from the cieling or walls or anything. After that stuff happened it was all good for a while.. Some time after that I had my 7th or so birthday and my grandmom got me this badass aftershave of some football team. I remember being really proud of it and only used it on special occasions. But one night when I went to bed the whole bottle top was unscrewed and it layed on top of my pillow. The whole pillow was soaked with that stuff, about half the bottle was gone.. Wierd thing was, I left in the bathroom. So I was kinda confused and spooked, and brought the half empty bottle back to the bathroom. The night after it happened again. Nothing was left of the damn bottle so I binned. After that it whas mostly seing wierd shapes at night, the worst things where eyes staring through my blinds at night and some black human shaped thing standing at the end of my bed when I woke up.. Man that shit scared me lol. Meanwhile my mom met a new friend. He got a nice job and we moved to the next house because it was a big distance to his work. This house was worse though, older as well. I was still seeing these vague black shapes now and then but this time there was sound as well.. I remember waking up to jumping noises coming from the attic even though it was 3am.. When I went to my mom and woke her up it suddenly stopped. Then there was this night I had to do a peepee at night and while walking trough the hallway with my eyes closed cos I was shit scared I heard my mom calling from the attic even though she was sleep on the same floor as where I slept. I didnt even bother taking the wee because I was so scared. The attic had this really bad feeling going on as well, I never wanted to go there. I don't thing I want to go there now either. There's loads more of these story's nobody wants to believe but I can't be bothered to type anymore lol
I have a story. I once was on my way home, rushing as fast as I could. School had just finished and it was winter time, so night was setting on fast. I'd been holding myself from going to the toilet all day. I needed to take a shit, but for some reason, my bladder thought it'd be funny to get a sudden onset of "OH GOD I'M GOING TO EXPLODE WITH PISS" moment. So, my bladder and colon decided to work in unison with each other to bend me over in pain and worry. I ran as fast as I could to my house. Got there, charged up the stairs and went straight to the toilet. The pressure of my piss (I'm pretty sure) lifted me off the toilet seat lightly. Then came the shit. The most gargantuan shit I'd ever produced. It was like giving birth to a brown elephant. When I finished and cleaned up, I stood up and went to flush. However, when I looked into the toilet bowl, there was no evidence of the gargantuan shit I'd just ejected from the depths of my bowels. Not even a pair of skid-marks! To this day I am horrified. I am sure that there is some sort of evil sorcery surrounding that toilet and I haven't used it since. Now I just shit in the sink. [editline]25th February 2012[/editline] [QUOTE=cocknugget;34863341]I got some story as well lol. I don't know if it's me or the houses we move to but there's always been wierd shit going on no matter where we live.. First me and my mom used to live in a flat. I think it was build not long after WW2. My mom has always seen 'things' like her dead father or so she says. I do believe her though. There always was shit going on in that place I couldnt explain neither could my mom. At one moment for about a week or 2 I think there used to be big plates of old crumbly plaster in my bed though nothing fell from the cieling or walls or anything. After that stuff happened it was all good for a while.. Some time after that I had my 7th or so birthday and my grandmom got me this badass aftershave of some football team. I remember being really proud of it and only used it on special occasions. But one night when I went to bed the whole bottle top was unscrewed and it layed on top of my pillow. The whole pillow was soaked with that stuff, about half the bottle was gone.. Wierd thing was, I left in the bathroom. So I was kinda confused and spooked, and brought the half empty bottle back to the bathroom. The night after it happened again. Nothing was left of the damn bottle so I binned. After that it whas mostly seing wierd shapes at night, the worst things where eyes staring through my blinds at night and some black human shaped thing standing at the end of my bed when I woke up.. Man that shit scared me lol. Meanwhile my mom met a new friend. He got a nice job and we moved to the next house because it was a big distance to his work. This house was worse though, older as well. I was still seeing these vague black shapes now and then but this time there was sound as well.. I remember waking up to jumping noises coming from the attic even though it was 3am.. When I went to my mom and woke her up it suddenly stopped. Then there was this night I had to do a peepee at night and while walking trough the hallway with my eyes closed cos I was shit scared I heard my mom calling from the attic even though she was sleep on the same floor as where I slept. I didnt even bother taking the wee because I was so scared. The attic had this really bad feeling going on as well, I never wanted to go there. I don't thing I want to go there now either. There's loads more of these story's nobody wants to believe but I can't be bothered to type anymore lol[/QUOTE] It sounds like you had a lot of sleep paralysis as a child. Just the waking up in the middle of the night and seeing shapes and various things. Typical of sleep paralysis. It happens when your conscious is awake but your subconscious is still sleeping.
My house has always had strange noises, shit disappearing that no one claims to have moved, I've even seen a few shadowly figures out of the corner of my eye. But I dismissed them all as tricks of the mind and just natural sounds etc. But then one day I was home alone, in the kitchen drinking some chocolate milk. I was leaning against a frame of a door that slides out to cut off the kitchen from the side door, looking down and texting the friend I was waiting for, when I casually glanced up to the mirror that was directly infront of me to admire at what a handsome devil I was. And I swear to god, in the mirror was someone almost 7 feet tall, behind and beside me, and staring down at me. I freaked the fuck out, whipped around to see if anybody was there, then whipped back to the mirror but the image wasn't there anymore. I got so scared I grabbed my chocolate milk and a phone and ran outside, didn't go back in until my friend came over. We stared at the mirror for awhile and there was nothing that could be mistaken for a 7 foot tall person in the view of it. Still don't know what it was. Stuff still happens around the house though, infact two days ago I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when I saw a dark shape run on four legs down the hall in the mirror.
[QUOTE=Redskins1234;34863475]My house has always had strange noises, shit disappearing that no one claims to have moved, I've even seen a few shadowly figures out of the corner of my eye. But I dismissed them all as tricks of the mind and just natural sounds etc. But then one day I was home alone, in the kitchen drinking some chocolate milk. I was leaning against a frame of a door that slides out to cut off the kitchen from the side door, looking down and texting the friend I was waiting for, when I casually glanced up to the mirror that was directly infront of me to admire at what a handsome devil I was. And I swear to god, in the mirror was someone almost 7 feet tall, behind and beside me, and staring down at me. I freaked the fuck out, whipped around to see if anybody was there, then whipped back to the mirror but the image wasn't there anymore. I got so scared I grabbed my chocolate milk and a phone and ran outside, didn't go back in until my friend came over. We stared at the mirror for awhile and there was nothing that could be mistaken for a 7 foot tall person in the view of it. Still don't know what it was. Stuff still happens around the house though, infact two days ago I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when I saw a dark shape run on four legs down the hall in the mirror.[/QUOTE] Wasn't it your cat/dog? :v: Yeah, I know I shouldn't laugh, this is serious stuff
I thought this thread died, woo now I can post more stories. [editline]25th February 2012[/editline] Short story but I got a call a few weeks ago by someone that I don't know wishing me a happy birthday (My brithday was in November). He left a message and I tried to call him back but the number was disconnected. I got a little scared for some reason Also, after reading these stories, I always start hearing sounds in my house.
I swear by all that is holy. I saw a ghost flying around. A fucking soul, creeping beyond walls and things. I saw it for a second then it disappeared. Even today I fucking swear it to my friends and they all laugh at me thinking I'm a retarded fuck. It looked like an old man. I dunno. Bald, wearing glasses and a nice suit. Something like that. Pretty familiar I'd say. [editline]25th February 2012[/editline] [QUOTE=Redskins1234;34863475]goasts in houze[/QUOTE] That moment when you start figuring out what objects in your room can be used as weapons. Classic.
this isn't my stories but my sisters stories. first one: my sister was up late at night doing homework in bed, using a flashlight as light. suddenly the door knob started jiggling, and the door opened. she thought it was my dad, because our dad always wears plaid shirts and jeans, but suddenly this thing started reaching out at her, and she closed her eyes and screamed, and ran to my parents room. second story: my sister was getting ready for school, and because she was young, my mom took her to school. anyway, she opened the door to the garage and saw figure with a plaid shirt and jeans in my moms car, and she could actually see his face this time. she said he had no eyes where his eyes should be, only skin. and his nose was gone and only holes were there, finally, the mouth was really wide, and this man didn't move an inch, he was just staring at her. needless to say, she slammed the door closed and started crying, and did NOT want go in the car, because he was sittin in HER seat.
I dont know why i am reading these stories while watching a nightmare on elm street
When I was little maybe around 6-10 years old I would have constant fear at night when I was going to bed. When I would go to bed I would be so scared that I wouldn't move at all in fear of like monsters or some shit. Because I wouldn't move I was probably going into sleep paralysis and I would be lying down and all of a sudden shit would start moving, my door would open and close and I had this cut-out picture of a butterfly that I had drawn in school taped to my wall. (poorly drawn like an oval with wings on it.) The oval part would separate from the wings and it had two little stick legs and it would walk around my wall. One other thing I remember I would see this tall zombie like person out in the living room through the crack of my door and it would just stare at me. All night.
When I was just a small boy, about 5, I woke up at night and I distinctly saw a tall, dark figure with vaguely yellow, cat-like eyes standing above me in bed. Before you all yell "SLEEP PARALYSIS," the thing about it that still freaks me out about it to this day is that I could move around. I know I was awake. After looking it in the eyes for half an hour I just rolled around and hid under the covers like a little bitch. After half an hour I looked again and it was gone and I just laid there in fear until sunrise. To this day there is some freaky shit that happens within my house. Things in the kitchen turn themselves on at night. I frequently get up because I hear the kettle boiling water at random times in the night. Me and my mom are native american so we burn sage grass to purify the house every so often. One year we couldn't acquire any here so we couldn't perform this ritual. I remember, at least 2 nights out of every month that whole year I'd clearly hear the voice of an elderly man whispering in our language from the kitchen. I never had the courage to check it out. We live in a bad area so the windows are always locked, so I don't think it could have been that whole whooshing effect when a window is only slightly cracked open. It was just this fall I asked my mom if anyone ever died in this house. Something really weird came over her. She sounded very sad but her voice sounded normal. Not emotional. Not flat or toneless either. Just very off the cuff. She told me that her much loved older brother, my uncle, Victor, had died of heart failure inside the house several years before my birth. That fits with the elderly male voice emanating from the kitchen I heard that year. And now, some other stories involving friends and the woods. I was with my friend, in the wintertime, skipping school to go chill out at a clearing we knew of in the woods. Anyways, fast forwards a 20 minute walk. We're just sitting there on logs, talking away, when I felt a weird heat on my neck/shoulder. He just looks at me in complete horror and starts running, yelling something I couldn't quite make out. We both end up running, him in horror, me in a sense of "what the fuck, man"-ery. When we finally made it out of the woods he tells me he saw what looked like that "smoke" effect when a person breathes in the winter coming from just over my shoulder. I remember both of us going to class, giving the teacher some bullshit excuse while I was in a state of "wtf"
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxLPnMrEvkM[/media] Thread music. Anyway short one: I was browsing he dark web last night exploring and I SAW my door open wide. Bear in mind this is around 2 am. Pitch black as my monitor illuminated only my face and part of my black seat. I start looking at creepy stories after I see no one was around to open my door wide open. Bad move. Music started playing through my headphones and my screen turned blue, flashed a bit and then my entire computer just turned off. This is totally true. If you want re-assurance read the spoiler below. If you want to be scared shitless by the recent events just ignore the part below. Them events happened. [sp]The door opening turned out to be my cat walking through who is black so I had no idea who it was at the time. The music was a friends chat on steam who decided to scare the shit outta me after I told him about the door encounter over voice chat with stereo mix as I left the chat on. The computer turning off ended up being a bluescreen.[/sp]
it's [sp] not [spoil]
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So this one time at band camp the tuba was flying around the room. While playing music. On fire. True story.
Last week someone tried calling me on my cell-phone while I was riding home in the car. It was an unknown number to me but the digits were still visible on the phone. I declined because Verizon always calls my phone and I figured it was them. Not 2 minutes later I got a text, from MY NUMBER (my phone sent this message to itself) that had the number that had just called inside. I then got a voicemail from that number and all I heard was silence and it hung up. Needless to say I was scared to death. Haven't called that number back since.
[QUOTE=bull04;34873922]Last week someone tried calling me on my cell-phone while I was riding home in the car. It was an unknown number to me but the digits were still visible on the phone. I declined because Verizon always calls my phone and I figured it was them. Not 2 minutes later I got a text, from MY NUMBER (my phone sent this message to itself) that had the number that had just called inside. I then got a voicemail from that number and all I heard was silence and it hung up. Needless to say I was scared to death. Haven't called that number back since.[/QUOTE] The sms part is normal. Some providers do that for missed calls.
[QUOTE=loopoo;34863348]I have a story. I once was on my way home, rushing as fast as I could. School had just finished and it was winter time, so night was setting on fast. I'd been holding myself from going to the toilet all day. I needed to take a shit, but for some reason, my bladder thought it'd be funny to get a sudden onset of "OH GOD I'M GOING TO EXPLODE WITH PISS" moment. So, my bladder and colon decided to work in unison with each other to bend me over in pain and worry. I ran as fast as I could to my house. Got there, charged up the stairs and went straight to the toilet. The pressure of my piss (I'm pretty sure) lifted me off the toilet seat lightly. Then came the shit. The most gargantuan shit I'd ever produced. It was like giving birth to a brown elephant. When I finished and cleaned up, I stood up and went to flush. However, when I looked into the toilet bowl, there was no evidence of the gargantuan shit I'd just ejected from the depths of my bowels. Not even a pair of skid-marks! To this day I am horrified. I am sure that there is some sort of evil sorcery surrounding that toilet and I haven't used it since. Now I just shit in the sink. [editline]25th February 2012[/editline] It sounds like you had a lot of sleep paralysis as a child. Just the waking up in the middle of the night and seeing shapes and various things. Typical of sleep paralysis. It happens when your conscious is awake but your subconscious is still sleeping.[/QUOTE] fucking sleep paralysisseseseses dumping out my eau de toilette, what cunts!
[QUOTE=q0q;34878017]fucking sleep paralysisseseseses dumping out my eau de toilette, what cunts![/QUOTE] Are you saying he fell asleep on the loo? Anyway, story: When I was young, around 7-ish, my parents split up. It was alright, because my dad moved to a house around 500 metres away, so he could see me and my bro. Now, whilst staying at his house, I woke up, and heard footsteps outside the bedroom door. Before you think "Sleep paralysis", I actually got out of bed, picked up this toy sword I had and peeked outside the door. Nothing was there, but the cat staring at me, but the noise continued, and then they stopped suddenly. Freaked out, I went to my dads room, and opened the door, only to be greeted by a face full of freezing cold mist blowing into my face. My dad said it was shower steam, as he got home late, but the thing is, [i]that room was upstairs, while the bathroom was downstairs and the steam would have set the smoke alarm off, as it was directly outside the bathroom[/i]. Turns out the banging was my demented hamster downstairs pushing it's home around (A coconut shaped into a ball), but I can't think of an explanation to the stuff in my dads room.
[QUOTE=Redskins1234;34863475]My house has always had strange noises, shit disappearing that no one claims to have moved, I've even seen a few shadowly figures out of the corner of my eye. But I dismissed them all as tricks of the mind and just natural sounds etc. But then one day I was home alone, in the kitchen drinking some chocolate milk. I was leaning against a frame of a door that slides out to cut off the kitchen from the side door, looking down and texting the friend I was waiting for, when I casually glanced up to the mirror that was directly infront of me to admire at what a handsome devil I was. And I swear to god, in the mirror was someone almost 7 feet tall, behind and beside me, and staring down at me. I freaked the fuck out, whipped around to see if anybody was there, then whipped back to the mirror but the image wasn't there anymore. I got so scared I grabbed my chocolate milk and a phone and ran outside, didn't go back in until my friend came over. We stared at the mirror for awhile and there was nothing that could be mistaken for a 7 foot tall person in the view of it. Still don't know what it was. Stuff still happens around the house though, infact two days ago I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when I saw a dark shape run on four legs down the hall in the mirror.[/QUOTE] Isn't that schizophrenia?
[QUOTE=Kwigg;34878692]steam would have set the smoke alarm off[/QUOTE] Wait what? I have a fire alarm in my bathroom and never has it worked on steam.
[QUOTE=AceOfDivine;34879317]Wait what? I have a fire alarm in my bathroom and never has it worked on steam.[/QUOTE] Really? Every smoke alarm I've encountered going off was because of a steam related issue
For the past 4 years or so, every night that I'm the last person to go to bed I see a mind-blowingly horrifying figure twice as I go to bed. This happens every time without failure. First I get up from my computer in the office. When you leave the office, to the right is the living room/kitchen/stairs to go to the first floor (we use our first floor as a basement, we have no underground floor, just three aboveground floors), and to the left the hallways leads upstairs (if you're having trouble visualizing it, I have a [URL="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kg4KMlH2Hms"]video[/URL] of it luckily, where you can see me exiting my office and looking in both directions). The first sighting is ALWAYS just to the right in the living room, which has an ominous blackness at night when only the hall light is on. It is about 6-7 feet tall and is usually draped in white clothing. Most of the time it appears to be floating after me, but it's [I]always[/I] only visible when I am moving. If I just stand there and stare into the living room, it disappears. There have been one or two occasions where I have stared into the living room and been able to see it quickly, but it's an awfully ghostly thing. Once I get upstairs, you turn right and you have my parents' bedroom on the right, mine on the left, the spare bedroom on the left further down and the bathroom straight ahead at the end of the hall. The spare bedroom has been without a door for years, so whenever I walk past it to the bathroom I can always see inside whether I want to or not. This is where the second figure is. It is shorter, but the same idea. It has a lot of strange longass limbs that go every which way, somewhat like a spider in an awkward position. It is usually in the middle of the room or outside the window. Once again, like the first figure it is very ghostly and unreal almost, kind of as if your vague dreamworld is leaking into real life, but at the same time the presence is rather real. If I keep the bathroom door open while I brush my teeth, the mirror is situated in a way so that I sometimes catch a glimpse of it in the doorway. I think I have much more eventful stories than this, but I guess I'm just used to this shit so it doesn't seem that interesting to me. I'm quite sure it's just my imagination anyways, but the consistency and reality of it is so hard to ignore.
Hell yes V2! Even though the old one is still open. Somebody should ask a mod to close it or something.
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Okay, okay. I didn't need to sleep this night anyway. Thanks.
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