Mythopoeika said:I like to smoke ham.
Smoked cod is OK in small amounts too.
Murder on the lungs though.
It tires me out - they really don't draw very well...
Mythopoeika said:I like to smoke ham.
Smoked cod is OK in small amounts too.
Murder on the lungs though.
monops said:Mythopoeika said:I like to smoke ham.
Smoked cod is OK in small amounts too.
Murder on the lungs though.
It tires me out - they really don't draw very well...
The first night i slept there, I was woken up by my digital alarm clock.
It wasn't unusual to find the bathroom taps turned on in the middle of the night
My own bathroom weirdness included the bedside clock flipping on its side (I saw this happen) and one night I awoke to see the clocks night light on.
Someone suggested placing items made of Iron in each room. I took their advice and placed an old-fashioned clothing iron in my bedroom. Ive found several old horse shoes over the years - mostly in streams - and have placed them around the house. After doing this everythings been fine for me (touch wood), just wondering if this idea is something for you to consider with any oddness around your house.
My own bathroom weirdness included the bedside clock flipping on its side (I saw this happen) and one night I awoke to see the clocks night light on.
Someone suggested placing items made of Iron in each room. I took their advice and placed an old-fashioned clothing iron in my bedroom. Ive found several old horse shoes over the years - mostly in streams - and have placed them around the house. After doing this everythings been fine for me (touch wood), just wondering if this idea is something for you to consider with any oddness around your house.
Interesting idea, George. I thought iron only worked against fairies? But if it worked for you, maybe not - unless your bathroom ghost is really a pixie! It's true, there wasn't much made of iron in that spooky old apartment.
I dunno - as my neighbor back in those days said, "the only help for this place is burning it to the ground!"
But I'll consider iron in the future, should some malicious presence rear its head again.
Oh, I thought most people would poo-poo what I experienced. There was hysteria involved, but I was not hysterical, probably because I had not been involved with the actual Ouija. I was very worried about the girl, and I do realise she could have been acting, but I've seen people genuinely white since then, and I am not sure it's possible to act yourself that colour. So, I was concerned, (and genuinely bewildered at first) but not in hysterics.
Isis177 - You, too? I had a mental image of the bathroom where I was not existing and it was just me in some dark void with hideous things clamoring and laughing beating at my mind. I suppose that is real terror of the unknown, because I have since been made very afraid by people, but they were a known quantity, this was not. It was horribly, sickeningly alien.
I am pretty sure I was silently screaming 'God help me,' or something, but it was then I remembered the Rosary. By that point it was a case of 'This is like a horror film, so I will treat it like a horror film.' Lol, I am sure there was a part of me saying, 'This is completely insane.' It certainly felt it. Far outside the boundaries of anything I had experienced then, and I've never (thank goodness) experienced that since.
It's still taken me years to write it down, and I am in my 40's now. I would always mentally back away from it because I just didn't like remembering.
I have seen threads, here and elsewhere, Escargot, and to be honest they stir memories too much for me to read them. But yes, I would say 'Keep away from that stuff' if any-one asked me. Perhaps there are very experienced practitioners who are fine with them, but definitely not teens who do it for s__t and giggles.
I know teens like the 'thrill' factor, which may account for many tales of things 'going wrong', but there seems to be too many stories by adults to completely discount there is something dangerous about them.
I've posted this before, but I do like to bang on about it . I once had a terrifying hypnopompic hallucination early one morning when I thought a group of rubbery aliens had materialised around me.
They seemed to be trying to 'corkscrew' me out of my body and up through the ceiling. My eyes were still closed, but I had a tremendous feeling of their physical presence. As I remember, they were whirling me around anti-clockwise, which seems reminiscent of the folklore about fairies dancing around people in a circle to whisk them away to fairyland. (Also a lot of UFO reports feature spinning craft or spinning lights around the craft)
It really did feel incredibly real at the time. With great difficulty I managed to desperately shout "Aliens are here! Aliens are here!" which broke the spell, and the beings seemed to rush up away through the ceiling.
Not funny at all at the time.
Graylien - there is a horror/documentary about hypnopompic hallucinations or sleep paralysis called The Nightmare (2015) - which I have started watching (half way through before an interruption). It's quite good.
i have died in a dream, infact i have died twice. I didnt feel scared but woke up with a feeling of sadness and my heart was pounding. In both dreams i was shot (both dreams were years apart).
Graylien - there is a horror/documentary about hypnopompic hallucinations or sleep paralysis called The Nightmare (2015) - which I have started watching (half way through before an interruption). It's quite good.
.. I would have shat the bed.Sleep paralysis comes for me at times of stress and I'm fortunate that I've never had an experience for many years. Must be chilled out these days. In my twenties, I was for a time, working shifts and was asleep on my bed in the middle of the afternoon.
I was awoken (thought I was awoken) by my bedroom door slamming open violently. Extremely shocked, I stared at the door unable to move as a woman walked in. This bit sounds corny but I can assure you it was terrifying at the time - she was dressed in a raggy old dress, Miss Havisham style. It could well have been a wedding dress, it was pale in colour but very dirty. Her hands were held out in front of her like Frankenstein's monster.
She had no head.
I could only watch in terror as she turned towards my bed and dashed across the room at me. Yes, that's when I woke up. I blamed working shifts on that one. Had some other very strange dreams around that time.
Thankfully I'm a 'straight after breakfast' type. But I did shout out. Well, screamed... I would have shat the bed.