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[Sigma Tauri]

So that's what it was, sleep paralysis, I woke up one morning and couldn't move, it was terrifying, didn't take long before I could move though, and the fear passed, still though, terrifying.

 

EDIT: Is it normal to have it after you wake? 

 

Someone cast a spell on you: Rakia's Forehead Stroke of Paralysis. You failed a saving throw. So, you're unable to move for 2 turns.

[Fast Jimmy]

So that's what it was, sleep paralysis, I woke up one morning and couldn't move, it was terrifying, didn't take long before I could move though, and the fear passed, still though, terrifying.
 
EDIT: Is it normal to have it after you wake?

Well, "normal" is a relative term for it. But yes - anytime you are entering or awakening from sleep, the chemicals can be activated to paralyze you when you are actually conscious. It's incredibly bewildering and terrifying. But, if it happens again, just think of it as a Charlie horse in your brain - uncontrollable and not at all pleasant, but something that will pass, especially if you just relax.

[Bison]

Well, "normal" is a relative term for it. But yes - anytime you are entering or awakening from sleep, the chemicals can be activated to paralyze you when you are actually conscious. It's incredibly bewildering and terrifying. But, if it happens again, just think of it as a Charlie horse in your brain - uncontrollable and not at all pleasant, but something that will pass, especially if you just relax.

Cheers. I'll try, but it's not easy to slow down and try to think about advice someone gave on the internet when you can move or speak

[Fast Jimmy]

Damn, Dermain's going to attack me. I was talking about delusions, not hallucinations.

Well, even outside of hallucinations. The mind plays tricks on us all the time. something 25% of our vision is actually filled in by what our brain expects us to see, not what we actually perceive is there. All of our peripheral vision, as well as a dime-sized circle near the center of our eye (a blind spot from where he optic nerve fiber must cross the eye and move into the brain) all constantly have our brain filling in the gaps, seeing things that aren't actually being seen. And,in many cases, seeing things that are not there.

The brain is a powerful device, but placing faith that what it tells us is 100% reality is dangerous at times.

[Arcadian Legend]

For those who have had sleep paralysis, apparently sleeping on your side helps to prevent it from happening as sleeping on your back which heightens the chances of it occurring,, though tbh I'm not entirely sure how effective it really is. Saying this though, I've almost always slept on my side for as long as I can remember, and I wake up on my side too and I've never once encountered sleep paralysis. Not gonna rule it out from happening tho.

[Fast Jimmy]

The thing is its hard to relax when it happens because you dont realize your actually still sort of sleeping. It feels real and terrifying.

The thing is its hard to relax when it happens because you dont realize your actually still sort of sleeping. It feels real and terrifying.

 

 

Cheers. I'll try, but it's not easy to slow down and try to think about advice someone gave on the internet when you can move or speak

You're preaching to the choir on that one, trust me. And thankfully, I haven't had the experience happen to me again since I researched it and found out what was really going on. Still, I have to assume knowing has to be better than being totally caught off guard and thinking something truly nefarious is going on.

[Degenerate Rakia Time]

For those who have had sleep paralysis, apparently sleeping on your side helps to prevent it from happening as sleeping on your back which heightens the chances of it occurring,, though I'm not entirely sure how effective it really is.

random fact - ive never met anyone who sleeps on their back

[Manc4life7]

Ok, lets get this thing back on track.  I don't really believe in the paranormal, but I still love a good spooky story, so I'll share mine.

 

I have had one major "unexplained" experience in my life.  Given the international flavor of some of the posters here, some things might get lost in translation, but I will do my best.....

 

 

Spoiler

I grew up in deep, dark, small town Appalachia, which is basically the most rural and backward region of the eastern United States. Very mountainous, rough terrain, difficult to get from point A to point B.  So anyway, my hometown was just your typical one stoplight town; not a lot to do for fun. So unsurprisingly, one of the things me and my group of friends eventually started doing was looking for scary places to explore late at night. As this region of the country is quite poor, there were plenty of abandoned places just lying in wait.  Well, there was this one place in particular that was whispered about at our school - I first heard about it when I was in middle school.

Supposedly, way out in the middle of nowhere there was an old abandoned school building where 2 children had gotten killed after getting trapped in the school during a particularly nasty snowstorm. Now, you may be saying "but you already made it sound like you lived 'in the middle of nowhere'", and that's true. However, understand that I still lived in a town, an actual population center. When you get outside of the actual towns in this part of the country you can drive for hour(s) before reaching the next actual town. In between is nothing but wilderness broken up by a random house or two every few miles. This abandoned school building was out in the middle of one of these areas of mostly unbroken wilderness.

Hopefully you're still with me, as we are done with setting the scene, and now it's on to the actual story......

Late in my senior year of high school (me and my friends are 17-18), we decide to finally go find this old, haunted school that we had heard whispers of for years, and see if we can finally see something legitimately freaky. We plan all week, and late one warm spring Saturday night, we set out. Well by that time, most everyone in my small school had heard of our plans, and our initial small team of 4 intrepid ghost hunters had ballooned into a 6-7 vehicle caravan of rowdy kids armed with cheap beer and looking for a good time. After driving for about 90 minutes, we all roll up to the school around 11 PM. It is indeed quite a creepy setting; it is located about 1/4 mile up a dead end road (one way in, one way out - this is important), situated on a small bluff about halfway up a small mountain. Nearest occupied house that we had seen was back on the main road, roughly 1 mile away. It really did look like something straight off of a horror movie set. Looked to be 1920s or 1930s construction - heavy brick, two story, but weirdly proportioned; too tall for how narrow the building seemed. Just gave off a weird vibe.

The parking area was about 20 yards downhill from the building itself, so the building loomed over you. Of course, given the make-up of our party, there was no ghost hunting going on. For the next 2 hours or so, it was mainly stupid kids being stupid kids. Too much drinking, too much stupidity. Pretty sure I saw an old toilet get thrown from the roof.

So about 1AM the impromptu party breaks up, and everyone leaves except for me and my 2 best friends. We came all the way out to BFE to find some ghosts, and by god, we weren't leaving until something freaky happened. So, one final time we head back into the school and start snooping around. Without 20+ drunk idiots running around, it was dead quiet. That was what started to put us on edge - the absolute lack of any noise, other than our own footsteps and breathing. Even with the eerie quiet, nothing happened until we were basically done snooping, and getting ready to exit the building via the gymnasium.

Anyone who has been in a very old school gymnasium, the kind with bleachers on one side and a raised stage on the other, will better understand what I am about to describe. Me and my 2 friends are basically leaving, quite deflated that nothing creepy happened. As we are on our way to exit the building, we are walking across the gym floor, and we notice a stairwell one on side of the raised stage that seems to lead under the stage. We go to investigate, and sure enough, this short stairway led to what appeared to be a series of locker or storage rooms built under the stage.

We stood at the base of this stairway, tentatively looking down the low, pitch dark hallway, and we could barely make out what appeared to be another matching stairway at the other end of the hall - the stairs on the other end of the stage. As we walk down this hallway, we poke our heads through the open doorways branching off the main hall to see the very small empty rooms, again, with oppressively low ceilings and no windows, and the hair on our necks begins to stand on end. This was just about the most foreboding place any of us had ever seen.

Be that as it may, we get to the other end of the hall without incident, and stand at the base of the stairs. As we look at one another, in the pause before on of us said something along the lines of "well, you guys ready to head on out?", the three of us heard, clear as a flipping bell, a little girl's giggle coming from one of those tiny rooms back down that hallway; it lasted 3-4 seconds. That is a very long giggle. Before it had even stopped, all 3 of our flashlights immediately snap back down the hallway, but of course we see nothing. We stood there, shocked into inaction, for about 5 seconds. I finally said "Did you guys......?". My friend Matt responds, as quiet as I have ever heard him speak, "...laughing". BOOM - like a starter's pistol had gone off, as one we immediately turned and sprinted up those stairs and out of the building. We jump in my truck, and drive the 90 minutes back to civilization before stopping.

Now, I don't truly believe in ghosts. But to this day, I cannot come up with a non-creepy explanation for what we heard coming from back down that dark hallway. Our first thought, and the easiest explanation, was one of the other party-goes had stayed behind to mess with us. That is what we told ourselves as we sped back down the mountain. But recall that where this school was located, there was one road in, and one road out, and the school was at the end of the line. There were no other cars on this road as we left. Plus, all of our other friends were at a party back in town, and it would have been physically impossible for one of them to stay behind, mess with us, then beat us back to town without passing us on the road. There were other routes to take, but they were twice as long.

Another explanation, but one that freaks me out almost more than ghosts, is that someone backwoods hilljack heard us up at the school and decided to come mess with us. Keep in mind the nearest house, as far as we could tell, was almost a mile away, and this was at one o'clock in the morning. That is some straight up the "Wrong Turn" or "The Hills Have Eyes" stuff, right there.

[Degenerate Rakia Time]

Ok, lets get this thing back on track.  I don't really believe in the paranormal, but I still love a good spooky story, so I'll share mine.

 

I have had one major "unexplained" experience in my life.  Given the international flavor of some of the posters here, some things might get lost in translation, but I will do my best.....

 

 

Spoiler

I grew up in deep, dark, small town Appalachia, which is basically the most rural and backward region of the eastern United States. Very mountainous, rough terrain, difficult to get from point A to point B.  So anyway, my hometown was just your typical one stoplight town; not a lot to do for fun. So unsurprisingly, one of the things me and my group of friends eventually started doing was looking for scary places to explore late at night. As this region of the country is quite poor, there were plenty of abandoned places just lying in wait.  Well, there was this one place in particular that was whispered about at our school - I first heard about it when I was in middle school.

Supposedly, way out in the middle of nowhere there was an old abandoned school building where 2 children had gotten killed after getting trapped in the school during a particularly nasty snowstorm. Now, you may be saying "but you already made it sound like you lived 'in the middle of nowhere'", and that's true. However, understand that I still lived in a town, an actual population center. When you get outside of the actual towns in this part of the country you can drive for hour(s) before reaching the next actual town. In between is nothing but wilderness broken up by a random house or two every few miles. This abandoned school building was out in the middle of one of these areas of mostly unbroken wilderness.

Hopefully you're still with me, as we are done with setting the scene, and now it's on to the actual story......

Late in my senior year of high school (me and my friends are 17-18), we decide to finally go find this old, haunted school that we had heard whispers of for years, and see if we can finally see something legitimately freaky. We plan all week, and late one warm spring Saturday night, we set out. Well by that time, most everyone in my small school had heard of our plans, and our initial small team of 4 intrepid ghost hunters had ballooned into a 6-7 vehicle caravan of rowdy kids armed with cheap beer and looking for a good time. After driving for about 90 minutes, we all roll up to the school around 11 PM. It is indeed quite a creepy setting; it is located about 1/4 mile up a dead end road (one way in, one way out - this is important), situated on a small bluff about halfway up a small mountain. Nearest occupied house that we had seen was back on the main road, roughly 1 mile away. It really did look like something straight off of a horror movie set. Looked to be 1920s or 1930s construction - heavy brick, two story, but weirdly proportioned; too tall for how narrow the building seemed. Just gave off a weird vibe.

The parking area was about 20 yards downhill from the building itself, so the building loomed over you. Of course, given the make-up of our party, there was no ghost hunting going on. For the next 2 hours or so, it was mainly stupid kids being stupid kids. Too much drinking, too much stupidity. Pretty sure I saw an old toilet get thrown from the roof.

So about 1AM the impromptu party breaks up, and everyone leaves except for me and my 2 best friends. We came all the way out to BFE to find some ghosts, and by god, we weren't leaving until something freaky happened. So, one final time we head back into the school and start snooping around. Without 20+ drunk idiots running around, it was dead quiet. That was what started to put us on edge - the absolute lack of any noise, other than our own footsteps and breathing. Even with the eerie quiet, nothing happened until we were basically done snooping, and getting ready to exit the building via the gymnasium.

Anyone who has been in a very old school gymnasium, the kind with bleachers on one side and a raised stage on the other, will better understand what I am about to describe. Me and my 2 friends are basically leaving, quite deflated that nothing creepy happened. As we are on our way to exit the building, we are walking across the gym floor, and we notice a stairwell one on side of the raised stage that seems to lead under the stage. We go to investigate, and sure enough, this short stairway led to what appeared to be a series of locker or storage rooms built under the stage.

We stood at the base of this stairway, tentatively looking down the low, pitch dark hallway, and we could barely make out what appeared to be another matching stairway at the other end of the hall - the stairs on the other end of the stage. As we walk down this hallway, we poke our heads through the open doorways branching off the main hall to see the very small empty rooms, again, with oppressively low ceilings and no windows, and the hair on our necks begins to stand on end. This was just about the most foreboding place any of us had ever seen.

Be that as it may, we get to the other end of the hall without incident, and stand at the base of the stairs. As we look at one another, in the pause before on of us said something along the lines of "well, you guys ready to head on out?", the three of us heard, clear as a flipping bell, a little girl's giggle coming from one of those tiny rooms back down that hallway; it lasted 3-4 seconds. That is a very long giggle. Before it had even stopped, all 3 of our flashlights immediately snap back down the hallway, but of course we see nothing. We stood there, shocked into inaction, for about 5 seconds. I finally said "Did you guys......?". My friend Matt responds, as quiet as I have ever heard him speak, "...laughing". BOOM - like a starter's pistol had gone off, as one we immediately turned and sprinted up those stairs and out of the building. We jump in my truck, and drive the 90 minutes back to civilization before stopping.

Now, I don't truly believe in ghosts. But to this day, I cannot come up with a non-creepy explanation for what we heard coming from back down that dark hallway. Our first thought, and the easiest explanation, was one of the other party-goes had stayed behind to mess with us. That is what we told ourselves as we sped back down the mountain. But recall that where this school was located, there was one road in, and one road out, and the school was at the end of the line. There were no other cars on this road as we left. Plus, all of our other friends were at a party back in town, and it would have been physically impossible for one of them to stay behind, mess with us, then beat us back to town without passing us on the road. There were other routes to take, but they were twice as long.

Another explanation, but one that freaks me out almost more than ghosts, is that someone backwoods hilljack heard us up at the school and decided to come mess with us. Keep in mind the nearest house, as far as we could tell, was almost a mile away, and this was at one o'clock in the morning. That is some straight up the "Wrong Turn" or "The Hills Have Eyes" stuff, right there.

still better than chainsaw serial killer

[Garryydde]

Haven't got any stories myself but here's some from /k/ and /x/

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[Sigma Tauri]

Well, even outside of hallucinations. The mind plays tricks on us all the time. something 25% of our vision is actually filled in by what our brain expects us to see, not what we actually perceive is there. All of our peripheral vision, as well as a dime-sized circle near the center of our eye (a blind spot from where he optic nerve fiber must cross the eye and move into the brain) all constantly have our brain filling in the gaps, seeing things that aren't actually being seen. And,in many cases, seeing things that are not there.

The brain is a powerful device, but placing faith that what it tells us is 100% reality is dangerous at times.

 

That's good science. But, that's normal functioning of the visual senses. I do know the importance of validation. But, it's not as if we're constantly experiencing hallucinations. When I mean by not seeing people that aren't there, I mean that people don't persistently believe that there are people when others see no one there. That sounds like delusional thinking, which maybe associated with a disease process.

[Degenerate Rakia Time]

Haven't got any stories myself but here's some from /k/ and /x/

Spoiler

 

 

Garrus is that you?

[Milan92]

Well I don't know if this counts, but a long time ago I found a four leaf clover and ever since that I have been quite lucky.

 

Not the extreme kind of luck as in winning the lottery or like that, but somehow I always get a way out of bad situations.

[Kaiser Arian XVII]

random fact - ive never met anyone who sleeps on their back

 

Thanks to my useless spine I "have to" sleep on my back in order to avoid pain and preserve my below OK condition.

[Milan92]

That's just your Stand.

 

*insert Joseph "Oh my god" here*

[Fast Jimmy]

Well I don't know if this counts, but a long time ago I found a four leaf clover and ever since that I have been quite lucky.

Not the extreme kind of luck as in winning the lottery or like that, but somehow I always get a way out of bad situations.

Fun fact - there is scientific evidence to suggest finding four leaf clovers makes you lucky.

Those people who are most commonly attributed with being Lucky have actually been proven to not be a special blessing, but rather an approach to viewing the world in a way that is open to new experiences and spotting the uncommon. The guy who always seems to pick up girls or who always get that job promotion are usually people more receptive to these opportunities by simply being more engaged with and aware of their surrounding.

Which brings us back to four leaf clovers - while a mutation, it is not that uncommon of a phenomenon as to defy ever finding one. However, since clover is so uniform and usually found in large quantities, there are surprisingly few people who are able to easily pick out a four leaf clover who aren't intentionally looking for it. Those who are able to spot these slight differences and opportunities are more likely to transfer that awareness and observational skills to other areas, making it seem like they succeed far more often than others.

So lucky people find four leafed clovers... but finding a four leaf clover won't make you lucky.

[Fishy]

I remember that apartment . So I was in the living room on my computer. The door was right behind me. I heard a creak like a  door just opened and than suddenly  I heard  voice saying HELLO. Confused I look behind me.

 

So I check behind me and there's a fat kid watching me. Confused I ask him.

 

- Hello and .... What are you doing here  ?

 

The fat kid start looking around and he say - Oh NO !!! Sorry mister.. Than he just vanish from the door he came from. Never saw him again.

 

That was weird. After that I always locked that apartment door.

[mybudgee]

 There is simply the known and the unknown.

And in between is 

 

[Kaiser Arian XVII]

Those people who are most commonly attributed with being Lucky have actually been proven to not be a special blessing, but rather an approach to viewing the world in a way that is open to new experiences and spotting the uncommon. The guy who always seems to pick up girls or who always get that job promotion are usually people more receptive to these opportunities by simply being more engaged with and aware of their surrounding.

 

No it's not like that. I've been super positive many times and thought the day is mine but quite the contrary happened.

 

Also I've been proven when I achieve something with luck it's for the purpose to torment me manifolds later. It's the will of destiny.

 

What did you expect?! I've been majorly under the influence of Stoics and Schopenhauer for 5 years! Later I became more moderate by more schools of thought and therefore more confused!

[SwobyJ]

I've had a few experiences over my childhood and teenage years that I can attribute towards the supernatural, but really, all of it can even more easily be understood or at least considered as mind tricks.

 

The most common thing has been auditory.

 

I can be especially on guard about this stuff because my family has schizophrenia in two close relatives. Any partner of mine is going to know about that and know to get me help just in case - though thankfully, I'm passing the age where it hits people.