digitaldemize
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Every forum needs one of these, bullshit stories, freaky real life shit with an explanation, moron who thought you saw a ghost, let's hear it. These are all in good fun.
I'll kick this off!
First off, the Slenderman saga, if you don't know it, and are up for quasi interesting ARGs hit it up... http://marblehornets.wikidot.com/slender-man starts of slow, takes a while, doesn't make an ounce of sense but creepy none the less. If you haven't played along they released a video every few months, some of the sightings are blatant, others take hours of looking over 5mins of film. None the less it's a bit fun.
Next up, fun,
Next up, stupid and goofy!
Last up personal story!
I was really sick as a kid. Massive allergies to just about everything. This isn't a fun thing to go through. I had to have steroid shots all the time, I was very limited on what I could eat. I got through it by around 9, but imagine the first 9 years of your life deathly ill and with serious problems. It's not very fun. I was always fast and athletic, but at any moment could drop to the ground out of breath, and eating the wrong thing would land me full of shots.
Going to sleep is always a disaster in this sort of situation. When the slightest amount of dust or dander will set you off, you kinda dread it. It's 50/50 if you sleep or wake up in a dead panic, feeling like you're about to die, you can't breath, their is a weight on your chest, and you're so delirious your mind starts to play tricks on you. Fully concious, yet in a dream state, and you can't breath.
Doom and gloom aside I got better. And for years, things were good. Then things got odd. I use the word odd because there is no other way to describe it. I'd wake up, I couldn't move, but I could see things move out of the corner of my eyes. I couldn't yell, I couldn't scream, I couldn't move. It's this odd state of just being in paralysis and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. The more you fight, the more angry, and scared you get.
After a while I start to accept this, it's similar to an allergic attack and it's the light playing tricks on me. All is good. Then something hits home, what's moving, is a shape. And it's always the same shape, and it's always moving closer. This is no longer a shadow in my room, it's a figure at the door. And then I realize, there is something in my bed, and that's why I can't move, and that's why I can't breath, and when I realize that, the shadow is gone from the door and there is something right fucking next to me and I don't like it. And it's why I can't breath.
Wake up, hurl a hay maker and catch nothing but air. But I'm soaked in sweat and something isn't right.
This goes on for years. It's never fun, and I learned to sleep on my side instead of my back. That was always the trigger. I've always slept with the TV an usually the lights on. A function of just passing out while doing home work, or other things. I'd heard that's not good for quality sleep but hey, fuck it.
The thing is, it always got worse. After a while I thought I was just fucking nuts. Logically I eat right up till I sleep and fall asleep with all system running, so I should be used to it. Why is this getting worse. Maybe my brain is misfiring, maybe the allergic attacks as a kid made me prone to panic attacks later in life when I had problems breathing.
I do the adult thing and go to a shrink. Here is the funny part, all that nightmare shit, all in human history, is from something from sleep paralysis. Your brain makes it so you can't move, so when you dream that tiger is about to kill you, you don't sleep stab your pillow to death and jump out the window. The sad part is, you can wake up with your mind half there, and your body unable to move. So you trigger an instant panic attack, freak the fuck out, yet still see odd things because you're mind is pretty much nearly high on acid. It's a 100% sure fire trip to misery, and it's very logical.
So all is good, I swear it off. Knowing what it is removes the odd feeling the terror of it all. So I see that same shadow, whatever. It's closer, who cares. It's on me, who cares. I'm at peace and while there are panics, and I can't breath, this will pass, it always does. As the doctor said "the good news is, you're not insane, this is common and we know what it is".
I saw that shadow one last time, I haven't seen it since. It was at the door, to the edge of the bed, and then in the bed. I could breath better than ever, no fuss, no problems. And then my eyes open and I can roughly make out a face, it's not all there, but it's what it's always been, and I know this, and I hear in my head "the good news is, you're not insane, the bad news is, we are real".
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_Paralysis
enjoy!
I'll kick this off!
First off, the Slenderman saga, if you don't know it, and are up for quasi interesting ARGs hit it up... http://marblehornets.wikidot.com/slender-man starts of slow, takes a while, doesn't make an ounce of sense but creepy none the less. If you haven't played along they released a video every few months, some of the sightings are blatant, others take hours of looking over 5mins of film. None the less it's a bit fun.
Next up, fun,
Next up, stupid and goofy!
Last up personal story!
I was really sick as a kid. Massive allergies to just about everything. This isn't a fun thing to go through. I had to have steroid shots all the time, I was very limited on what I could eat. I got through it by around 9, but imagine the first 9 years of your life deathly ill and with serious problems. It's not very fun. I was always fast and athletic, but at any moment could drop to the ground out of breath, and eating the wrong thing would land me full of shots.
Going to sleep is always a disaster in this sort of situation. When the slightest amount of dust or dander will set you off, you kinda dread it. It's 50/50 if you sleep or wake up in a dead panic, feeling like you're about to die, you can't breath, their is a weight on your chest, and you're so delirious your mind starts to play tricks on you. Fully concious, yet in a dream state, and you can't breath.
Doom and gloom aside I got better. And for years, things were good. Then things got odd. I use the word odd because there is no other way to describe it. I'd wake up, I couldn't move, but I could see things move out of the corner of my eyes. I couldn't yell, I couldn't scream, I couldn't move. It's this odd state of just being in paralysis and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. The more you fight, the more angry, and scared you get.
After a while I start to accept this, it's similar to an allergic attack and it's the light playing tricks on me. All is good. Then something hits home, what's moving, is a shape. And it's always the same shape, and it's always moving closer. This is no longer a shadow in my room, it's a figure at the door. And then I realize, there is something in my bed, and that's why I can't move, and that's why I can't breath, and when I realize that, the shadow is gone from the door and there is something right fucking next to me and I don't like it. And it's why I can't breath.
Wake up, hurl a hay maker and catch nothing but air. But I'm soaked in sweat and something isn't right.
This goes on for years. It's never fun, and I learned to sleep on my side instead of my back. That was always the trigger. I've always slept with the TV an usually the lights on. A function of just passing out while doing home work, or other things. I'd heard that's not good for quality sleep but hey, fuck it.
The thing is, it always got worse. After a while I thought I was just fucking nuts. Logically I eat right up till I sleep and fall asleep with all system running, so I should be used to it. Why is this getting worse. Maybe my brain is misfiring, maybe the allergic attacks as a kid made me prone to panic attacks later in life when I had problems breathing.
I do the adult thing and go to a shrink. Here is the funny part, all that nightmare shit, all in human history, is from something from sleep paralysis. Your brain makes it so you can't move, so when you dream that tiger is about to kill you, you don't sleep stab your pillow to death and jump out the window. The sad part is, you can wake up with your mind half there, and your body unable to move. So you trigger an instant panic attack, freak the fuck out, yet still see odd things because you're mind is pretty much nearly high on acid. It's a 100% sure fire trip to misery, and it's very logical.
So all is good, I swear it off. Knowing what it is removes the odd feeling the terror of it all. So I see that same shadow, whatever. It's closer, who cares. It's on me, who cares. I'm at peace and while there are panics, and I can't breath, this will pass, it always does. As the doctor said "the good news is, you're not insane, this is common and we know what it is".
I saw that shadow one last time, I haven't seen it since. It was at the door, to the edge of the bed, and then in the bed. I could breath better than ever, no fuss, no problems. And then my eyes open and I can roughly make out a face, it's not all there, but it's what it's always been, and I know this, and I hear in my head "the good news is, you're not insane, the bad news is, we are real".
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_Paralysis
enjoy!
