I immediately thought of that movie "What did I last summer" when I read finalsbound's experience... seriously, that would have freaked me out!
"Let's go to Spaghetti Warehouse, ghosts fly around you as you eat." "The food is good, but sometimes when you reach the bottom of the pasta bowl, a glowing face stares at you."
Thats if you can reach the bottom of any bowl with the crazy amount of tomato sauce they put on everything!!!
yeah I've gone there with friends and gone down that road on the right through the trees and got out and ****. But I was with 3 friends. Man hs was cool.
Maybe you could clear that up a little.. I am not exactly sure what the **** is referring to. Considering you were with 3 friends, it could mean a few things.
I feel silly now but this damn video damn near made me fall out of my chair. My honest-to-god response was to jump shouting "F*ck you! God Dammit!" Yeah, I'm a bit embarrassed.
Okay. Now that I've composed myself: Story #1: When I was 17 (I'm 32 now, for reference) I had a dream. I was at a family reunion, but my dad was the only one not there. I kept asking where he was and no one seemed to know. There was finally a knock at the door and I went to open it, and it was my dad. I was super-excited to see him. He kept telling me that he wished he could stay, but that he was only there to tell me goodbye and that he loved me. The next morning I got the phone call: my dad had died in his sleep during the night. Story #2: When I was really little, maybe kindergarten or 1st grade, I awoke in the middle of the night several nights in a row to the sound of heavy breathing. Not quite snoring, but the heavy, regular breathing of someone sleeping. I was NOT dreaming. It wasn't my dad, either....my parents were divorced by then. So I was an only child living with a single mother whose room was several yards down the hall. I called out (trying to be brave, I guess) for the breathing person to "show themselves." They never did and the breathing wouldn't stop until I eventually fell asleep again. The whole business would be repeated for the next two nights, and I never heard it again. I told my mom about it....she probably thought I was dreaming or something, and I was probably too young to really comprehend ghosts, hauntings, and the like, so when it finally stopped, I didn't worry about it. Fast forward several months: my two cousins (both several years older than me, but still kids themselves) were spending the night. All three of us were in my mom's king-size bed and my mom was going to sleep in my twin bed. The oldest of my two cousins decided that the other one and I were horsing around too much, and that she was going to sleep in my room. She returned within a couple of minutes and said "I can't sleep in there. Someone is breathing too loud." I remember all of this like it was yesterday. I find it odd that neither of us (me and the cousin who also heard the breathing) were really all that frightened. Story #3: This may relate to story #2 above, but I don't really know. This occurred several years later, in Austin, TX. A good family friend had moved into a house with her two daughters. They began to experience some serious poltergeist activity: loud crashes, sounds of breaking glass, and the like. She would go out the next morning (after spending the night completely terrified) and find nothing broken. Then, it began to increase when after enduring this for as long as they possibly could, they decided to move. THEN, sh*t really did start breaking; furniture would be moved and boxes that had been packed would have their contents strewn around the room. One such night ended the next morning with all of their belongings pushed up against the wall with only a copy of C.S. Lewis's The Screwtape Letters lying, by itself, in the middle of the room. Somehow a Ouija Board got involved (those things scare the hell out of me), but apparently they were able to get in contact with the resident spook causing all the chaos, who told her that it had ridden with her to her house in Austin in the back of her car from my mom's house here in Houston. Now, I've known this woman my whole life. She grew up with my mom and my aunts. She would NOT make something like this up, no matter how scary and/or outrageous the story may sound. And for y'all saying there's no evidence for ghosts/paranormal/supernatural type stuff, I disagree. I think there's plenty. The trouble is that evidence is often like statistics and you can make it say or show whatever you like. Just my opinion.
my friends house is inhabited by a jinn (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genie#Jinn_in_Islam) it's a peaceful one, but some really creepy stuff happens sometimes. we were sitting there playing halo or something when a chair, a heavy one, fell right over. it was THE weirdest thing i have ever seen.
As you complain about tomato sauce, how Ironic is it that the person you quoted is named "tomato" ? Freaky!
Intense, Lynus. Was not planning on typing this out, but a very similar thing happened with my uncle. I sat bolt upright at 3 a.m. one night, with my uncle's voice saying he loved me and using a cajun term of endearment. It was so real and freaky that I was crying. And I only cry when posting in D&D -- it's very unusual for me, seriously. Then I got the call from my dad in the morning that the uncle had passed away in his sleep, very peacefully, smile on his face. He was my favorite uncle by a long shot, hunting buddy, what-have-you. So I'm Mr. Scientist guy or whatever, but I don't close the door on some of this stuff. Not since that one night anyway.
my little brother threatened to telephone our mom if i kept giving him a hard time. thought i was slick and removed the receiver element from the old rotary phone, then continued my antics. dates me, but old style rotary receiver element he called mom, made his complaint and she heard every word. i know this isn't what the OP had in mind ... but puzzled to this day.
