I once witnessed a picture frame of out pet dog on my kitchen counter pop up all by itself in broad daylight when the family was about to go eat Mexican food one afternoon.
Okay, the “mice”. Just engorged on some homemade pizza, and better type this in before I get The Itis and fall asleep. 
K, so a friend of mine is really into eerie things. Does meditation, astral travel, all that fun stuff. Before he moved, any time we hung out, we always had to “do something”, like visit this hole-in-the-wall repository of ancient texts in lower Manhattan (!!), a temple of something or another in Flushing, you name it.
Well, he “travels” to these different “planes of existence” and somehow always meets up with juvenile delinquents of the Spirit World™. Anyway, it’s fun, a blast even, and sometimes a different “piece of the puzzle” snaps into place.
This time, though, he calls to just hang out.
“Uhhh, not ‘do something’ or ‘go somewhere’?”
“Nope, just hang out. I’ll order pizza.”
Hmmm. I can smell something’s up, but wotdahell.
So we hang out, pizza comes shortly, dark b33r in the fridge just for me (woohoo!). Channel flipping, some Three Stooges marathon or something (yeah, like AC/DC, I can only take both in small doses before it all just blurs together), and eventually one of the Indiana Jones flicks that I never saw before.
Every now and then, though, I see darting movements out of the corner of my eye. Turn and look… and nothing. Then in front, near the teevee. Look at where the motion was, and nothing. Goes on, and on, and on, for almost an hour. Finally, as I’m looking at my plate in front of me on the coffee table, right at my friggin’ feet some little… thing… darts out from the ~1” gap under the coffee table, right across my feet, then back under the coffee table. I jump back, kicking back and bashing my toes on the coffee table, seeing stars, and shriek out, “JESUS CHRIST!!!”.
“What??”
“Wtf ‘what’? You got f’n mice in here or something?? The f’n thing ran right across my feet!!”
“THANK YOU!! I thought I was going f’n crazy! I keep seeing these little shiitheads all over, and thought I was going crazy!”
“So you dragged ME into it??”
He goes on to explain that yeah, after one of his “trips”, he started seeing those things around his apartment. Motion, motion, motion, but nothing “sitting still” where they’d stop. Sets up a go-pro with motion detector turned on. Nothing, not all night, not when he’s there and seeing them, nothing. Then leaves it recording nonstop ’til it runs down. Scans the entire video, nothing. So he’s seeing them, but nothing on video.
So of course, he invites me there to see if I see anything, without telling me. Thanks a lump.
And for a while after, I’d see the occasional “mouse” every so often, but it stopped after a while.
hmm… what was on that pizza? Happy pizza? Magic mushroom? To me it looks like a usual flashback of LSD.
Here is a real ghost story:
Once I lived in an old rented house and saw at night that usual woman dressed in white.
I never thought these stories of old houses are real, until I saw her the first time.
Did not fear anything, as she seemed to just come through one wall with one closed chimney behind, walk through the door of the bedroom (no matter open or closed) to the other closed and unused chimney in the hallway and disappear through that wall.
She came every evening exactly 23:43, never changed her “route” or did anything else than just quietly and steadily walking from one wall to the other.
Until after a shooting of a music video, it was really late at night, and I permitted a band mate to stay the night on the couch in the living room, so to save him from riding all the way home exhausted as he was.
After an hour I heard this man scream and shout, I rushed out of the bedroom to find him in the living room pale shivering in fear and uttering something of a woman in a white dress having tortured him. She had disappeared in her usual spot in the hallway as soon as I came out of the bedroom.
You can imagine, this night was over.
Interestingly this was not her usual time, because it was already after 2 AM.
To top this one up: Days later I let cameras down into the chimneys and found bones on their floors. Police later revealed, the one near the hallway was a baby skeleton, the other that of a young woman who disappeared in the year 1932.
The white woman has never been seen again. I moved years later and never saw something like this again.
Naw, check out the “What’m I snacking on now?” thread. Shroom sauce, mozz, onions, olives, peppers. Nom-nom-nom…
The “mice” following me home I eventually just chalked up to… not sure what you call it… but like seeing bugs on teevee and getting all itchy yourself?
He is really into that kind of stuff, though. Once he asked me “What’s wrong with your shoulder?”, and I’m like, “Wtf?? Yeah, I twisted it, but how’d you…?”. Aura. Apparently, there was a disturbance in The Force™ or something, and it was visible.
Oh, have I got stories…
screams during Halloween Night……
was with friends watching a Horror Marathon at our house after trick-or-treat.
parents were asleep when we hear “something” and think it is the movie.
the paranoids among us go outside to hear it even louder,
so all of us go outside to hear it again and again and again.
we walk toward the screams. we cross two fences to find a nanny
goat in labor pains (called kidding, not kidding). since March is the
usual time for this to happen, no one expected to hear birth bleating.
Sounds like trouble…
Good idea for a thread.
When I got my UV S2 I had to go exploring outside the first night. Some things looked as expected with the UV and others were pretty much a surprise. So I was focused on the individual items and not the big picture. After looking at the tires on our golf cart I turned around with the light held at shoulder height and suddenly about three feet away there was a hideous creature looking me eye to eye. I wasn't paying attention to exactly where I was and ended up being right next to our bird feeding platform. It is just a flat board (for suet and peanut butter) about 4.5 ft. high on a 2x2 post. On top of the board was a large 'possum that didn't know I was there either. Face to face with a 'possum is one thing but when it is a total surprise with a UV light it would put a huge fright in anybody. 'possums are not the prettiest creatures but under UV they become monster movie material. It scared the crap out of me. What I remember the most was strange eyes and MANY odd colored teeth. Instinct had me increasing my distance away him immediately. I cannot remember how he got back to the ground, jumping or climbing down. What I do remember was that it did put a major scare in me.
I was a teenager and one of my classmates told me about an abandoned house around the corner from us. He kept telling me stories about ghosts in the windows and strange things going on there, such as the owner who passed away was found dead standing in the doorway. one day after school instead of walking home we went past our house and straight to the abandoned house. I walked up to one of the boarded up windows and my friend went around towards the back. as a peered in I saw a hand reaching towards the window from inside the house I yelled out to him move as a vaulted an 8 foot hedge without even touching it and ran all the way home half a mile away. the next day when he saw me in school I explained to him what I saw. we didn’t think it was a person because the house was completely boarded up from top to bottom. As I got older I figured it probably was someone homeless or drug addicts that got in the house some how, but I never found out for sure.
And they fluoresce a pale red color, too! Didja notice?
I got video of a pair that would come onto my patio for food, and one even wanted to come inside the house as I had the door open recording them. :laughing:
About 20 years ago I was seeing a girl who had grandparents that were claiming a ghost was causing some liquor they had to go missing. They lived alone and sort of passed it off as one of them blaming it on the other. This was up to a point where the grandfather said that he got a push when he was going down the stairs. Luckily he wasn’t injured. I passed this all off as just old people being weird or trying to make their life more interesting. So, when the chance came to go there and stay the night I wanted to go and be a total skeptic and see that nothing was happening. Around evening we were playing cards, probably euchre, or some variant and I asked about the missing alcohol. Her grandpa brought out a bottle of Old Crow with some markings in Sharpie done down the side. The bottle was maybe 3/4 full and the last marking was maybe a cm above the level of the liquid. So I got the sharpie marked the current level and put the time, date, and signed it for good measure. I took the cap off and smelled it, yep definitely the cheap stuff. Then I put the cap on tight and I mean very tight. I then put some tape around the cap and drew lines on the tape, so I could tell if it was disturbed. Then I put the bottle in a grocery store plastic bag and knotted that. I gave that back to her grandpa and he put in another room but had left and came right back within a few seconds. We then played cards for about 45 min and I had them go retrieve the bottle. He went in the other room and brought the bottle still in the bag right back. The bag was still knotted so I ripped it off. I picked up the bottle and noticed the tape was still intact. Looking down the side with the markings I saw the prior lines and scanned down the side to where I had mine signed and dated, and there it was. But the level of the alcohol had changed! It had dropped not a cm or two, but at least a solid 2 inches or more! How is that even possible? So I ripped off the tape and unscrewed the cap. Now I am pretty strong and had tighened the cap beyond what I think an older person could have opened, and the cap was equally hard to open. So I was at a total loss of where or how I was being tricked. But what surprised me most was the lack of surprise by either of them. They said it’s been happening for some time and they’ve seen it multiple times and were more annoyed than anything. They just wanted it to stop so I guess they had gotten somebody from the church to stop by and eventually things stopped. So that’s my one ghost story, ghost stealing booze. There was some story that they guy that had lived on the land was an alcoholic and there was a cane of his that was saved and later tossed out.
And what would a spooky thread be without the Texas Marfa Lights?
I have looked for these in the old days. This is actually not all that far from the cliffs where the laughing takes place.
This was before they built the roadside viewing area. And long before digital cameras.
I never saw anything that I could attribute to being the real thing. I suspected car lights.
But, enough people have seen and photographed lights that do not seem to be related to the roads.
I have good friends who grew up in the area and have seen what they think is the real deal.
Also the lights were seen long before there were electric anything in these parts.
All the Best,
Jeff
A video and a few extra links
I had one other weird experience. This time involving flashlights, lol. Basically it a night with really light and broken cloudcover that was moving west to east. I had gone outside to let the dog out or something and was shining the light up in the sky. In one area there was something that was reflective, sort of like a stop sign is reflective. I could basically use any light and get a reflection. But it was hard to tell the distance or size, but if it was something the size of a stop sign I would have guessed less than 1500 ft, and probably less than that. But the clouds were all moving from west to east. This invistible but reflective thing stayed in the same position probably an hour. Not spooky, just something I couldn’t explain.
thank you, species8472, for posting about your UV.
it reminded me of using my ITT night vision monocular.
at the time i bought it, Generation 3 NV could not be
owned (legally) by private citizens, but one could
buy and own rejects from a military contract.
(mine had two dead pixels)
anyway…while with my amateur astronomy group,
i took a break, and wandered around with the NV.
i saw a big bear, or what looked like a green one (NV),
which stood up and walked. immediately, i thought
Bigfoot. but no, it was another amateur like me,
who went “off on his own” and lost a lens and was looking
on the ground for it (cannot ruin night vision using any light).
since it was Winter Time, he had lots of insulated clothing on.
back then, his hooded coat was the “fuzzy” kind which, given
his size, gave me six seconds of heart-pounding-what-is-that?
A few months after my mother had passed (early 2003) I was training (JKD) at a school in my neighborhood.
The school had an all glass front.
My instructor standing next to me (as well as my close friend and myself) saw the door open all the way and then close.
Middle of summer, no wind, bright and sunny out.
There was no way in hell someone could have run by and pushed the door open without us seeing them.
My instructor saw it just as I did and said `Did you see that? The door just opened on it`s own`!
Good description of the color.
Just after I typed the story I went to check a box trap I had set for a coon that ripped a large hole in the side of our shed. No coon but Mr. Opossum was in the trap. First one I have ever caught. Released him right there and watched him waddle away. They really are not cute.
What are you using for bait? i have one ripping a hole in a dormer wall trying to get into my attic.
Awwww, they’re adorable! Soft like bunnies, too.
I had one crawl into a clear plastic garbage bag for recycling (he was licking out carfood cans, yecch), and had his nose pressed hard up against the plastic. Didn’t want him to asphyxiate, so got another bag and was transferring cans from one to another. Finally emptied the cans, and scooped him up and out of the bag. He didn’t quite play dead, but just kinda stared at me as I was petting him. No growling, no nuttin’.
Next-door neighbor (whose stoop I was sitting on doing the can-transfer) came home and crossed the street from where he parked, probably thought I was petting a cat… ’til he saw the critter. “Wot da Hell is that?!?” :laughing:
Kept petting the critter as I was talking, ’til I paused for whatever reason, then the critter saw his chance and make a waddle for it, slipped through the gap between gate and pole.
Hell, I used to feed ’em when they’d come around. Extra catfood so they could get some, etc. They’re tick-magnets, and pick ’em off and eat ’em like grapes, so help to keep the tick population down. Plus, they have a reeeeeeally low senescence, and only live 2, maybe 3yrs. Might as well make their time here that much happier…
Peanut butter. Smeared on the top and bottom of the trigger plate.
I had this weird dream that I was eating a giant marshmallow, and when I woke up -
My pillow was gone !