So many stories of WeirdSpace come to mind reading this thread.
Here's one-
I had lived in a shared house for about 12 months...quite happily, tending the garden on my time off, cooking meals, fixing up my living space so it was comfortable for me, basically enjoying life away from the oldies.
Until one incident that changed all that. One night after working a late shift I had come home and was relaxing watching TV and playing with our new pup. The pup was going over to the corner of the room staring at the wall...I assumed he wanted to play with his puppet that was hanging up on the picture rail (don't ask!). As I stood up to get the toy down I distinctly heard a rustle from outside the window. I actually SEEN a shadowy figure of a man, THROUGH the wall (!!) moving along the fenceline brushing past the bushes outside. Don't ask me how I saw it...perhaps my mind put 2 and 2 together and projected this image into my head but it was as real as I sit here today.
I totally freaked...I let my older dog outside to see what the hell it was and she run out barking, chasing this intruder over 2 fences. I went out and I could see this person who had just jumped over my 2 fences out on the street just standing there outside the neighbours house at 1am in the morning. I got my dog to sit next to me as I waited to see where the hell he would go next...i really expected him to walk away...did he?...NO!
As I crouched there behind my car with my dog trying to keep her quiet, he approached the house yet again...this time coming almost to the front door. At this point I stood up, big stick in hand (with lotsa nails in it...yeah!) and told him to "Get the F out of my yard."
He backed up real quick and I told him I would let the dog go if he didn't leave NOW!. We were only a few feet away from each other at this stage. He left. I assumed he was a drunk walking home from the local tavern chancing his luck peeping in windows.
I couldn't sleep that night at all and was outside as soon as the sun come up, I found his footprints on top of the rubbish bin that was stood next to our garage...he had been sitting up on the garage, with full view inside our house...he was possibly there as I walked passed on my way home from work.
As you can imagine, this event scared the hell outta me when it was all over with, at the time though I was more defensive of my property and was ready to give him a good doin' over if he didn't leave.
Since that day though, living there was the pits...it was gloomy, I never felt comfortable, I let the garden grow weedy, the whole idea of freedom was ruined for me in that one night. I lived there for another 12 months or so, but it was never the same...not a home anymore. Just some weird space where I sometimes slept and washed my gear. I would frequently stay over at other peoples houses just so I didn't have to be there.
Well, thats my little contribution to the WeirdSpace thread...hope you found it wasn't too far off topic.
I do have stories of depression to contribute...but i'm too depressed and can't be bothered with it all at the moment.
*sigh*
Here's one-
I had lived in a shared house for about 12 months...quite happily, tending the garden on my time off, cooking meals, fixing up my living space so it was comfortable for me, basically enjoying life away from the oldies.
Until one incident that changed all that. One night after working a late shift I had come home and was relaxing watching TV and playing with our new pup. The pup was going over to the corner of the room staring at the wall...I assumed he wanted to play with his puppet that was hanging up on the picture rail (don't ask!). As I stood up to get the toy down I distinctly heard a rustle from outside the window. I actually SEEN a shadowy figure of a man, THROUGH the wall (!!) moving along the fenceline brushing past the bushes outside. Don't ask me how I saw it...perhaps my mind put 2 and 2 together and projected this image into my head but it was as real as I sit here today.
I totally freaked...I let my older dog outside to see what the hell it was and she run out barking, chasing this intruder over 2 fences. I went out and I could see this person who had just jumped over my 2 fences out on the street just standing there outside the neighbours house at 1am in the morning. I got my dog to sit next to me as I waited to see where the hell he would go next...i really expected him to walk away...did he?...NO!
As I crouched there behind my car with my dog trying to keep her quiet, he approached the house yet again...this time coming almost to the front door. At this point I stood up, big stick in hand (with lotsa nails in it...yeah!) and told him to "Get the F out of my yard."
He backed up real quick and I told him I would let the dog go if he didn't leave NOW!. We were only a few feet away from each other at this stage. He left. I assumed he was a drunk walking home from the local tavern chancing his luck peeping in windows.
I couldn't sleep that night at all and was outside as soon as the sun come up, I found his footprints on top of the rubbish bin that was stood next to our garage...he had been sitting up on the garage, with full view inside our house...he was possibly there as I walked passed on my way home from work.
As you can imagine, this event scared the hell outta me when it was all over with, at the time though I was more defensive of my property and was ready to give him a good doin' over if he didn't leave.
Since that day though, living there was the pits...it was gloomy, I never felt comfortable, I let the garden grow weedy, the whole idea of freedom was ruined for me in that one night. I lived there for another 12 months or so, but it was never the same...not a home anymore. Just some weird space where I sometimes slept and washed my gear. I would frequently stay over at other peoples houses just so I didn't have to be there.
Well, thats my little contribution to the WeirdSpace thread...hope you found it wasn't too far off topic.
I do have stories of depression to contribute...but i'm too depressed and can't be bothered with it all at the moment.
*sigh*