Floyd1
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I'd invite it in for a ménage à trois.And I doubt you would be so ungentlemanly as to leave me to the horrors of a wizened creature on the bed...
I'd invite it in for a ménage à trois.And I doubt you would be so ungentlemanly as to leave me to the horrors of a wizened creature on the bed...
I'd invite it in for a ménage à trois.
And also I wouldn't be there for a menage, so it would be a strictly 1.5 job.It's pretty small, more like a ménage à 2.1
We’ve heard about your snoring.You wouldn't be asleep at all if I was there young lady.
DarTington, spell check always wants to change it to a certain Northern place.Very creepy! I shall have to look up Darlington Hall.
There again, I have got up out of bed to try to shake a dream experience, and gone downstairs but held on to the 'state of terror' that I'd woken in, and could, quite easily, have shut myself in a bathroom and kept being terrified, despite being awake.I would have suspected sleep paralysis except for the fact that he moved from the bed to another room. I've experienced sleep paralysis and in my experience, I think I am moving and trying to wake, but in reality, not. I have never moved from the bed and eventually can wake myself. But the fact that he grabbed the flashlight and shone it at the thing and then ran to bathroom shows that he was awake.
Dream, sleep and waking states are weird to say the least. I had an experience kind of opposite to sleep paralysis, but had to verify with my husband that he could actually hear me talking and that I was not just doing it in my mind. I couldn't fully wake after a disturbing dream(?). I don't remember exactly why I was struggling to wake but I didn't want to fall directly back into the dream state. It took me quite awhile for my brain waves to catch up to a waking state. I even asked my husband to turn the light on so that I could wake more fully.
This experience of mine again makes me believe that he was fully awake and not dreaming. You can't really act quickly when you're in a partial dream state.
The Reverend Peter Laws who reviews horror movies for FT, and who is a mate of mine has had a couple of encounters with a black, demonic rabbit thing.I was thinking about this last night in bed at 2am, as you do, thinking what would I do if an evil jester entity appeared at the end of my bed, but oddly not managing to spook myself too much, but then I recalled something that an old friend recounted to me years ago, something that happened to her when she was a little girl. At Easter she had got up early, before anyone else in her family, to hunt for Easter eggs, which her parents were in the habit of hiding around the house for her to find. She said she saw an evil black rabbit-thing perched on top of a sewing machine, radiating malevolence (I've posted this somewhere else on the boards). She ran back upstairs to tell her parents that the Easter Bunny was downstairs, but it was not nice; they, of course, thought she was dreaming. I've lost contact with this friend now, but she always insisted it wasn't a dream and she really saw it. It makes me think that something was mocking her Easter-related excitement. It makes me wonder if the entity in the account above took on its jester-type appearance as a form of mockery, and if it had pulled that imagery from the mind of the witness, or someone else. We'll never know of course, but those are the kind of things I ponder at 2am...
Edit: I originally posted here, nearly 20 years ago, but said it was sat on a chair, not a sewing machine. I imagine the chair is more accurate, don't know where I got the sewing machine from...
Peter talks about this demon rabbi here. Begins at about 10.40.I was thinking about this last night in bed at 2am, as you do, thinking what would I do if an evil jester entity appeared at the end of my bed, but oddly not managing to spook myself too much, but then I recalled something that an old friend recounted to me years ago, something that happened to her when she was a little girl. At Easter she had got up early, before anyone else in her family, to hunt for Easter eggs, which her parents were in the habit of hiding around the house for her to find. She said she saw an evil black rabbit-thing perched on top of a sewing machine, radiating malevolence (I've posted this somewhere else on the boards). She ran back upstairs to tell her parents that the Easter Bunny was downstairs, but it was not nice; they, of course, thought she was dreaming. I've lost contact with this friend now, but she always insisted it wasn't a dream and she really saw it. It makes me think that something was mocking her Easter-related excitement. It makes me wonder if the entity in the account above took on its jester-type appearance as a form of mockery, and if it had pulled that imagery from the mind of the witness, or someone else. We'll never know of course, but those are the kind of things I ponder at 2am...
Edit: I originally posted here, nearly 20 years ago, but said it was sat on a chair, not a sewing machine. I imagine the chair is more accurate, don't know where I got the sewing machine from...
DOH! Oy vey already.A demon rabbi does sound a bit alarming.
Peter talks about this demon rabbi here.
It's pretty small, more like a ménage à 2.1
And also I wouldn't be there for a menage, so it would be a strictly 1.5 job.
Damn autocorrect, yes Dartington, it did change it as I remember thinking of Dartington crystal. It certainly sounds like a very active area.DarTington, spell check always wants to change it to a certain Northern place.
I have posted about a few others: a grey lady manifestation, a glowing road ghost, a ghost cat, poltergeist activity and a big cat sighting. Plus various legends about music from locked rooms, a ghost on the old church tower etc. Even a couple of crop circles back in 1999. Some of these were multiple-witness occurrences, too.
it is not at all far from famously-haunted Berry Pomeroy Castle, so maybe something about that area…?
That really is the stuff of nightmares! I flipping hate clowns.These stories reminded me of one a friend told me - the same friend I saw the "pterodactyl" with.
She was a girl at the time; I don't remember how old. She was walking down a hallway in her house and as she passed her bedroom was surprised to see a clown - the Bozo/Pennywise kind - on her bed. He was on his stomach, turned wrong way around so his head was sticking out from the foot of the bed. He smiled at her, and suddenly a guillotine blade fell from above and decapitated him!
She ran screaming, but going back to the room found nothing amiss.
His house (as far as I recall it was a small terrace and a newish build) was situated on a side street off a busy main road. Very much an industrial area of town with lots of shops lining the main road, and many side streets packed with houses branching off.It sounds like some kind of fairy. Where about did this occur. Fore some reason it puts me in mind of a pixie. Pixies are not cutsey little things but quite grotesque and some what sinister..
The non-sceptic side of my brain is reminded of something I was told by a Buddhist friend of mine. Both she and her partner are of that faith - in fact the latter had once served as a monk (or whatever Buddhists call them) in Mexico.
She told me that there is a particular time in the individual's religious journey where that individual becomes very vulnerable to spiritual attack - in her case, at least one expression of this had been, she alleged, an oversized hairy hand that had crawled up her bed one night.
My assumption has always been that this 'attack' would be focused on the individual themselves, but - given Jon's partner's new interest in things spiritual, I wonder if they spill over into those around the target.
The sceptic side of me wonders the same as catseye - night terrors.
Did he report that his clothes were disarranged when he came to put them back on in the morning, @merricat? As though someone had been trying them on? Or were they left in such a state that he found it impossible to tell (as is my experience with many men...)?Another addition for the night visions/freaky little creatures series:
A few years before he met me (so mid to late '90's) my own ex woke in the middle of the night to witness a foot high goblin creature spinnng about at the foot of the bed. In this instance, the creature grinned at him and started to put on my ex's clothes which he had left on the floor beside the bed. It vanished as he jumped out of bed. No idea if he had planned to accost it, most likely a shock reaction.
Wish I'd been there to witness it!
My own claim to fame involved being chased around the bedroom by a demonic vacuum cleaner rather than a humanoid. It most definitely must have been a dream, or so I hope. Let's just keep that one away from Freud.
I doubt he would have bothered to check the clothes, they were probably thrown on the floor to start with so any tampering with them wouldn't stand outDid he report that his clothes were disarranged when he came to put them back on in the morning, @merricat? As though someone had been trying them on? Or were they left in such a state that he found it impossible to tell (as is my experience with many men...)?
An entity could throw my clothes all around my flat and I'd think 'oh, I left my t shirt there, I don't remember doing that' and think nothing more about it. I once found my work trousers in the hallway and simply thought 'how did they get there'. Each night they land where I take them off, in the bedroom. I never take my clothes off in the hallway. That's daft. Perhaps I need to pay more attention to these occasional 'happenings'.I doubt he would have bothered to check the clothes, they were probably thrown on the floor to start with so any tampering with them wouldn't stand out![]()
Bizarre, and I doubt the clothes would’ve fit it unless you had a teeny tiny ex!Another addition for the night visions/freaky little creatures series:
A few years before he met me (so mid to late '90's) my own ex woke in the middle of the night to witness a foot high goblin creature spinnng about at the foot of the bed. In this instance, the creature grinned at him and started to put on my ex's clothes which he had left on the floor beside the bed. It vanished as he jumped out of bed. No idea if he had planned to accost it, most likely a shock reaction.
Wish I'd been there to witness it!
My own claim to fame involved being chased around the bedroom by a demonic vacuum cleaner rather than a humanoid. It most definitely must have been a dream, or so I hope. Let's just keep that one away from Freud.
The little goblin troll thing from the movie is so brilliantly done, it really is super creepy. When my ex was telling me about what his friend had experienced I immediately thought of it *shudder*How creepy. I also imagined that exact picture that Mooka posted. I think i be seen it on here before plus the film, which is on youtube if anyone fancies getting the creeps on.
Edit - that " mooka" posted.... Autocorrect had put it as "looks" .
The entity also sounds a bit like that horrible Leprechaun in the films of same names.
As I read this the thought came to me that maybe what are known as spiritual attacks and night terrors could be the same thing. They certainly test courage. It could be that the "test" is facing fear of what is in you. That night terrors (or some of them at least) are spiritual attacks, incidents during which you turn around and face the terrifying something inside you. During this phase of spiritual development, one confronts this terror in the form that is most available to you, either as a nightmare, a vision during sleep paralysis or a little creepy monster at the foot of one's bed. (Or on a chair or sewing machine!)She told me that there is a particular time in the individual's religious journey where that individual becomes very vulnerable to spiritual attack - in her case, at least one expression of this had been, she alleged, an oversized hairy hand that had crawled up her bed one night.
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The sceptic side of me wonders the same as catseye - night terrors.
The stately home in Ishiguro's The Remains of the Day is called Darlington Hall.DarTington, spell check always wants to change it to a certain Northern place.
Spot-on. Most of what frightens us comes from inside our own heads.As I read this the thought came to me that maybe what are known as spiritual attacks and night terrors could be the same thing. They certainly test courage. It could be that the "test" is facing fear of what is in you. That night terrors (or some of them at least) are spiritual attacks, incidents during which you turn around and face the terrifying something inside you. During this phase of spiritual development, one confronts this terror in the form that is most available to you, either as a nightmare, a vision during sleep paralysis or a little creepy monster at the foot of one's bed. (Or on a chair or sewing machine!)
Just a thought to ponder at 2 or 3 am, as the fancy takes you . . .
True enough:Spot-on. Most of what frightens us comes from inside our own heads.
Agatha Christie lived downriver from Dartington. Not long ago I was watching one of the better tv adaptations of her books and realised it was based on the (in)famous Dartington Hall school that closed in the 80s. It was an 'alternative' school that was plagued by scandal, not least because of its adherence to naturism. The final straw was a female student found dead down by the river in unexplained circumstances.The stately home in Ishiguro's The Remains of the Day is called Darlington Hall.
Was watching t’fillum recently and thought hold on, didn’t I read summat weird about that place?
Oh no, it was the other one. As you were.![]()