Originally Posted By iteotwawki:




I will get a picture of the window later on today. There's nothing much to photograph, though, if I'm being honest. It's just a regular old window. I will get shots from outside and inside, though. Actually, it may be tomorrow because it's raining.
I don't know how to defend against something that I can't see or even understand. Neither of us can figure out what the hell happened that night. We've talked it to death. I've opened the window once since I shut it that night and it was hard as hell to open and it made a loud racket. It was a loud enough racket that my wife came upstairs from the garage sale she was having to see what I was doing. Like I said, I know for a fact that was the first time it had been opened in the five years since we had the house painted. I SHOULD have heard it open that night and didn't. I have since purchased wood that I've wedged into the top of all the windows so they can't be opened from the outside.
But even that feels stupid because the screen was on the window that night. For someone to have opened that window from the outside they would have needed to remove the screen. The screens here latch on the inside of the window. There's no damage to the screen that I could see. Plus the window was locked until that night. It's a regular lock as well.
No other incidents have occurred.
I have had a recurring nightmare since that happened and it's very vivid and always the same. In it, I'm in bed closest to that window (which is my usual spot) and I'm reading my Kindle. I hear something scraping at the window and for some reason I won't even turn my head and look. It's just this oppressive and terrifying feeling that if I turn my head and look I'll see something so evil it will destroy me. That's the feeling I get in the dream. My dream-self is convinced that merely turning my head that way will result in death. I've never had a dream like that before and I'm chalking it up to whatever my wife and I experienced that night. That's all it can be.

Originally Posted By Brohawk:
I recall reading a story in one of these threads about a door down in an abandoned mine in Utah.  Definitely freak-you-out material.  I have no idea how to find it, though.

Anybody remember that one?

Originally Posted By EasTexan:


On a separate topic, I watched The Conjuring the other night.



Not a bad flick.

Originally Posted By DangerJ:
Well, iteotwawki's story is going to stay with me for a while...

Originally Posted By snatch7979:

Here is mine. When I was 5 or 6 we lived in and old farm house that we called the green house. Every night when I was asleep I would have terrible night terrors. All I could remember is that the walls had faces and seemed to be closing in on me giving me feelings of sadness and fear. The thing was this only happened when my bed was on the far wall in the room. Another thing that happened is that my sister and I would see the chair rocking and a man looking out the window in my room when we were outside. Fast forward 20 years later my mother tells me that the son of the owner of the house hung himself in my room before we moved in. A few years after that my sister and I was talking and the subject of that house came up. She told me one night when I was having one of those dreams she saw a man hanging from the ceiling above my bed. Getting chills just thinking about it.

Originally Posted By Laramie:
Anybody need a teddy bear to snuggle with at night?  

http://i.imgur.com/RVAFis6.gif

Originally Posted By MadCowRacer:
One of the reviews that I read said that it got the R rating for being too darn scary to warrant a PG13

Originally Posted By NY_Shooter:
Does that make me an asshole?  

Originally Posted By iteotwawki:
So, she tells me she had a dream that a demon/alien looking thing was using surgical objects on her eyes, nose, and ears. Like I said, she had a bloody nose and blood on her forehead.

Originally Posted By R_Fury:
This happened to me in August of 1990.  I was 11 years old.

I grew up on a small farm in mid-Michigan in a match box style two story home.  We had a black lap named Lucy and a few geese that would let us know of any visitors’ day or night.  My bed room was on the south/east corner of the second story where it was a straight shot down to the ground.  That summer we had a real problem with critters getting our chickens so I had a single barrel 20 gauge leaning up against the south wall of my bedroom under the south facing window. On the roof line right above my south window, a hive of paper wasps built a nest, and at night I could hear a comfortable hum coming from their nest.

It was real hot and humid that summer and our old home did not have AC so I kept my windows open to allow some sort of ventilation in.  Anyway one night I woke up just not feeling right, like someone was watching me.  I looked around my dark room and saw nothing and shrugged it off.  I rolled over to try to get some more sleep but could not shake the feeling that something was watching me.  I rolled back over and glanced toward the window when I saw it.  It, was a human shaped silhouette only the features were off a bit, it had a huge head and a tiny neck and tiny shoulders, and huge dark eyes.  It was real dark in color that was only a shade or two lighter than the blackness of the night outside my window.  I locked eyes with this thing and I swear that every hair on my body was on end, I am getting goose bumps just thinking about it.  Anyway we locked eyes and I was paralyzed with fear, the only thing I wanted to do was grab the shotgun that I had under the window that it was standing in, which meant that I would have to walk right up to it.  F that.  So we were locked in a stare down for what seemed like an hour, there was no traffic, and no noise at all from outside.  No Katydids, no bugs, no geese, no dog barking, the wasps were nonexistent, absolute silence except for my heart that was pounding in my chest.  

I was terrified; I must have blinked at some point because it vanished.  Within seconds of its disappearance, I could hear the usual night time sounds coming from outside.  As soon as I gathered up enough courage, I grabbed the shot gun and went down stairs to the living room and sat on the couch until the sun came up.  When my parents woke up they found me on the couch white as a ghost clutching a single barrel shotgun.

What has bothered me to this day about that whole ordeal is there was no ledge outside of the window that it was standing in.  It was a straight drop to the ground.  

Originally Posted By FDrifting:


On my mobile so excuse any errors.



Few weeks ago we moved in to my first home, needless to say it is exciting. But since its a new place sleep didn't come easy. One night I had a nightmare and woke on my side. I saw my gf sleeping beside me and realised I was dreaming. I started to calm down and wanted to turn on my back to fall back asleep but I couldn't move. I kept trying but I was stuck blinking at my gf.



A darkness materialized from the wall and slowly crept over the gf's body at this point I thought I was gonna have a heart attack. The shadow slipped what I assumed was a hand around my gf's neck and soon her chest stopped moving. I tried with all my might to scream or hit it but nothing happened.  The shadow then disappeared and my gf continued breathing.



I kept saying I was dreaming and left it at that. I asked thr gf if she had trouble breathing when asleep sometimes but it was a simple no.



Still freaks me out. I know it wasn't real but the fear was.

Originally Posted By FDrifting:
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I dont understand what this is or what number stations are.

Originally Posted By bdawg998:
Well, after a week of reading, I've finally gotten caught up on this thread. All I can say is wow some of you guys have some great stories.

Now what am I supposed to do with me free time.

Originally Posted By snatch7979:
Here is mine. When I was 5 or 6 we lived in and old farm house that we called the green house. Every night when I was asleep I would have terrible night terrors. All I could remember is that the walls had faces and seemed to be closing in on me giving me feelings of sadness and fear. The thing was this only happened when my bed was on the far wall in the room. Another thing that happened is that my sister and I would see the chair rocking and a man looking out the window in my room when we were outside. Fast forward 20 years later my mother tells me that the son of the owner of the house hung himself in my room before we moved in. A few years after that my sister and I was talking and the subject of that house came up. She told me one night when I was having one of those dreams she saw a man hanging from the ceiling above my bed. Getting chills just thinking about it.

Originally Posted By iteotwawki:
I've debated sharing it because it sounds too stupid to be real, but I swear on all that I hold dear it happened exactly like I'm telling you.

This happened the other night while my wife was asleep.

I was doing some work and finishing up payroll for my staff at around 2:30 am. Our daughter hasn't been well so I tend to stay up all night to keep an eye on her. I have insomnia anyway. I've had insomnia since I was a baby.

Anyway, my wife screamed the most blood curdling scream I have ever heard in my life. I grabbed my gun and ran into the bedroom. She was sound asleep, curled up in her favorite position, and sleeping so deeply I had to shake her several times to wake her. When she rolls to face me I see that her nose is bloody and so is a spot high on her forehead.

Then I realize that the window is open and the mini blind is stuck out the bottom. Folks, that window is a good twenty + feet in the air and the only way to access it is with a ladder. I yank the blinds up and the window is open about three inches and the screen is still in place. You have to release the screens from the INSIDE of the house, but they're on perfectly. We don't open the windows. Ever. We have central air and that particular window hasn't been opened since our house was painted five years ago.

But the window was open.

My wife leaped out of bed and said, "Oh God, that's how it got in the house in my dream."

I'm shaking at that point. So, she tells me she had a dream that a demon/alien looking thing was using surgical objects on her eyes, nose, and ears. Like I said, she had a bloody nose and blood on her forehead.

I don't know what the hell happened. I checked her hands, thinking she may have scratched herself or something, but there was no blood on her hands or fingers, plus she gets squared nails at the salon with no sharp edges. The window was painted shut so I'm not sure how she could have opened it and if she had, surely I would have heard it. Nothing has happened since then. She keeps a lamp on all night now, though.