Ringo
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I did a search for hallucinations but only found IHTM posts. I thought this thread could be about hallucinations generally - whether fever, alcohol or just mentally induced. Our stories, other stories and of course, fortean stories.
To kick us off, how's this. I was with my hunting buddies last week and late one night, sat round the kitchen table, weird tales of the forest began to crop up. My father in law recounted his UFO/ball lightning experience and then finished his story by saying, "But at least I didn't see a werewolf!"
At this our hunting leader, I'll call him John, looked sheepish but when I pushed him he told me the following story.
During the late 90's, the hunting team had been out in the morning but didn't get anything. On returning to the cabin, they ate lunch and drank a few beers. John suffers from migraine problems so he took two painkillers and went to lay down on a bed in a separate room. He didn't close the bedroom door, he only intended to rest rather than sleep.
John sat on the end of the bed and began to unlace his boots. He felt someone watching him and looked up at the window. There, standing looking at him through the window, was what he described as a werewolf. It was a cross between a human and a wolf. It was stood upright, had a human torso and arms but a wolfs head. He did a double take and the beast was gone. He rushed back into the main room to say something to the guys but stopped himself for fear of piss taking.
John went back into the bedroom and had a good look out of the window. He saw nothing. He lay down on the bed and instantly felt fearful. He could hear breathing coming from somewhere in the room, mixed with it came low growls and sniffs. He said he could hear the guys talking, the wind outside in the tress, feel and hear his own heartbeat and also, hear the creature.
From his position on the bed he had a look around the room and because he couldn't see it, could only presume that it was under his bed. When he was telling me his story, he said he felt silly now for not checking but at the time he was genuinely frightened. He considered calling for help but agin, he thought twice. After a few minutes, the sound stopped. He got up quickly from the bed and went into the main room to join the others.
He is sure this was a hallucination, a combination of two beers and painkillers. That, he says, is the only was to explain it. I found his story fascinating.
To kick us off, how's this. I was with my hunting buddies last week and late one night, sat round the kitchen table, weird tales of the forest began to crop up. My father in law recounted his UFO/ball lightning experience and then finished his story by saying, "But at least I didn't see a werewolf!"
At this our hunting leader, I'll call him John, looked sheepish but when I pushed him he told me the following story.
During the late 90's, the hunting team had been out in the morning but didn't get anything. On returning to the cabin, they ate lunch and drank a few beers. John suffers from migraine problems so he took two painkillers and went to lay down on a bed in a separate room. He didn't close the bedroom door, he only intended to rest rather than sleep.
John sat on the end of the bed and began to unlace his boots. He felt someone watching him and looked up at the window. There, standing looking at him through the window, was what he described as a werewolf. It was a cross between a human and a wolf. It was stood upright, had a human torso and arms but a wolfs head. He did a double take and the beast was gone. He rushed back into the main room to say something to the guys but stopped himself for fear of piss taking.
John went back into the bedroom and had a good look out of the window. He saw nothing. He lay down on the bed and instantly felt fearful. He could hear breathing coming from somewhere in the room, mixed with it came low growls and sniffs. He said he could hear the guys talking, the wind outside in the tress, feel and hear his own heartbeat and also, hear the creature.
From his position on the bed he had a look around the room and because he couldn't see it, could only presume that it was under his bed. When he was telling me his story, he said he felt silly now for not checking but at the time he was genuinely frightened. He considered calling for help but agin, he thought twice. After a few minutes, the sound stopped. He got up quickly from the bed and went into the main room to join the others.
He is sure this was a hallucination, a combination of two beers and painkillers. That, he says, is the only was to explain it. I found his story fascinating.