Something is in my house
 

I'm sitting in my house, in the office; I've been in here most of the day and night, working on reports and occasionally dropping in to the Cellar, and I've gradually become aware of a noise, a pattern of noises, in the house.

It's almost midnight. All the lights in the rest of the house are off. The big windows look out on absolute blackness, reflecting me back at me. I wish I had curtains. Anything outside can see me, but I can't see out.

I'm a long way from the nearest neighbor.

I'm definitely not alone.

I've got my back to the door, and I don't want to turn around.

What ever it is, it is getting closer.

The noise is a scratch. A hiss. A drip. Muted breathing. Unintelligible sounds. Dark, primitive sounds. A cry, a cough; like a baby choking. A sound like a knife; a sound like a bat; a noise like a hound, digging up a corpse, claws scratching on a coffin lid.

Like a baby, scratching.

A wooden box, a hollow cough. A feather on my neck. Across my eye, a paper cut. Does that give you some idea? Imagine a big wet worm in your ear. Or a roach, crawling in and you can't move your arms. That's what I'm hearing. That's what I'm feeling.

I will send this before I

so you got cut off writing but you still were able to click reply... SHINADIGANS!

I bet he heard his big dog farting in his sleep.

Who resurrected Poe?

shouldn't this be in the "Creative" forum?

How do you know it was even "him" that was writing it? Maybe "the noise" clicked on reply.

This is like an episode of Freaky Links...

His forehead hit the button as he slumped forward in his chair.

Something was in my house last night, too.

My cats killed it.

Crap, and there haven't been any posts from him since. Do we have to wait three freaking days for HIM to arise, or what?

maybe it was a "her"

But but...how is "she" hunglikejesus?

it'd sure be interesting finding out

No no no she is "hunglikemary"

So....I just got back from a quick trip to Colorado...did I miss anything interesting?

RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVVVVVVES!

LOOK!

But it's only 9:25 now. That must be shopped.

No, this really did happen. Then I got carried away.

But I'm back.

Check his blood. See if it's green.

Who are you people?

If you'll notice, every single thread has been stolen and replaced with an exact replica.

Okay, so now it makes more sense.

The problem is that I wrote this at night and you're reading it in the daytime. It's not nearly as effective.

I think I'll copy it into an e-mail and send it to my wife tonight.

Yeah, that's why. :cool:

:3eye:

so -- what was it?

huh? huh?

We've had mice, voles, chipmunks, snakes, and foxes in the house.

Based on this morning's evidence, I'm guessing mice.

I was in the shower
when the power
went out.
It suddenly got dark
and I heard somebody shout -
which is odd, because I'm home alone
and the nearest neighbor
is an hour by telephone.

(I dreamed this song; it was being sung by Joe Fornothin (http://joefornothin.com/))

It was a dark and stormy night and the lavatory light was dim
I hear a splish and splosh "Oh my god, she's fallen in!"
First she did the breaststroke, then she did the crawl
and then she swallowed something she didn't like at all

Once upon a time I saw a shadow race by out of the corner of my eye. Things were never quite the same after that.

My cat began to sit, at first, in front of a wall and stare at it. Later, he did the same in front of the sofa (I was really beginning to question his sanity). More and more I began to see this shadowy figure race by always barely within my periphery. I would sometimes hear sounds, as if a distant train were rumbling by, but when I would grow quiet to hear better, nothing.

To make a long story short, it ended up being a rat which got trapped in the attic when I cleaned out the bird's nests and replaced the wire on the gable vents. However, it was quite eerie for awhile. Those flashes seemed quite a bit larger than the rat it turned out to be. Looking back, I should have figured it out sooner by the Hershey's Kisses which kept turning up missing.

Whew, I was afraid it was a raven, never flitting, still sitting. ;)

Welcome Bogart!

Hello Bogart. Good first post!

Over the past 35 years we have lived in this house we have had 5 Lab Retrievers.
The house is old but solid and does not creak or have other noises.
But each of those Labs have been absolutely certain there is an "invisible man" in the house or walking around outside.

My wife and I know we are not prone to heart attacks because we have so far survived the random,
out-of-the-blue, loud, vicious, back-hair bristling, barking-and-growling attack modes
of each of these normally friendly dogs.

I have previously written about the "spot of cold" that exists in our downstairs bedroom/office that comes and goes after sunset.
When it happens and one of the dogs is in the room, it will slink away and then sometimes charge back to the doorway again in attack mode.
Any train of thought in progress while working is long gone.

The previous owner was a widow who lived here for 30 years after her husband passed.
She had closed down the upstairs rooms and used that room as her bedroom.
She had a reputation in the neighborhood of being very nice and friendly.
So we have named our night-visitor "Mrs Knox" and try to be accepting everything comes with living an 100-year old house.

I have a mysterious occasional frog, croaking in my front room. :eyebrow:

This occasional frog croaking has been going on for several years now. I think the little bugger is living (mostly hibernating?) between a giant plastic plant pot and the attached drip catcher thingie underneath. I've looked everywhere else in that room, and there's just no frogs anywhere, but every now and then he starts making noises.

(Note: The plant was planted in that pot about eight years ago. There were no frogs in it then, and the plant went directly from my former guest bedroom to my current front room - no outside rest stops. The pot is big, and exceedingly heavy - doesn't bother me enough to try to take it apart.)

Just heard him yesterday - first time in probably six months.

Can't imagine what he's eating (haven't found any evidence of bugs in that room, either), but he sings his little froggie songs to me a couple of times a year.

My question is, is this possible? Can a frog stuck between a pot and coaster (for want of a better word) live on nothing for years?


:eyebrow:

Highly unlikely. :unsure:

Unless it's a ghost frog.

My mom once thought she had gone the way of crazy old Aunt Leona, who once called my grandmother asking "Do crickets chirp? Do mice squeak?" when her smoke alarm was emitting low battery signals.

She kept hearing a frog (toad, whatever) in her house. Turns out it was living in her spider plant that she had set outside for the summer and had recently brought back into the house.

So, as a joke, I bought a giant plastic garden frog that made frog noises. I put it on top of her plant and waited for her to hear and see the giant plastic frog sitting there.

She loves me...

:rolleyes:

Something is in my horse. I think it's right under here. He seems very agitated in this area. Oh my God something is all over my face!

Well, I know it's not my smoke alarms! ;)

But I'm not kidding - this plant has been in the house for years and on a few occasions when I've heard him singing, I've been able to track the sound to that corner of the room (before he hears me sneaking around and shuts up again) several times.

And... it's happened to others!

Also, apparently frogs can spontaneously generate from... air?

Who knew?! :D

We had these lasers. Late at night, we would direct then to a spot inside someone's house where beams could be directed to a common spot through two windows. Then watch as the resulting cold spot would get people inside disturbed. Reactions were often unique. And always amusing. Anything for a good laugh.

Couldn't they see the laser?

Tis the month for scary stories. Fa la la la la..........la la la.

la. (you forgot one)

So, let me see if I've got this strait:

There's a frog that's hung like a horse, and he stuck something in your spouse and now she squeaks like a mouse?

Oh, well you see, it was infrared, so it wasn't visible, and it was that special double secret negative infrared that is cool instead of hot. All you have to do is reverse the polarity of the tachyon field, and Bob's your uncle.

I afraid if you reverse the polarity of the tachyon field, and Bob's your aunt. :3_eyes:

When does the frog become a member of the family (or dinner)?

Soon as one of these lazy ass cats finds it!* HA~



*I speak to them often about their lack of assistance around the house. They don't give a cat's ass.

It's a meme that cats don't give a f***. Here's one example.