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⌈ Secret Post #3555 ⌋

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Re: Do you believe in any paranormal stuff?

[(Anonymous)]

Same as above!anon. I love stories about it, and I don't absolutely rule out the possibility, but there's always a rational explanation unless you're dead set against admitting one.

My sort-of encounters with the weird, for example, are easily explained as hallucinations.

The Footsteps in the Hallway

Three generations of my family have lived in my house, and none of us ever have liked to throw anything away. For years after the house became mine, I slept in a certain room, where I kept having the experience of waking up around 3 in the morning and realizing I was not alone in the house. I would hear people walking around in the hall outside my bedroom door, talking (not clearly enough that I ever caught whAt they were saying, though), and even running the water or taking a pee in the hall bathroom. And I'd like there terrified as their Footsteps approached my door, telling myself "Here's what you have to do: get up, push the chair over to the window, take out the screen, climb out and run to the neighbors, hurry up, you don't have much time..." and I couldn't move. Then I'd finally wake up for real.

It's pretty obviously an instance of sleep paralysis...though I have never experienced it anywhere else. Not in any other house and not even in any other room of this house.

The Tale of the White Dog

I was taking a walk on a perfectly ordinary Fall night, in my neighborhood--on my own block, in fact. And out of the tail of my eye I see this dog maybe a pace behind me and to my right. Just a glimpse: enough to see that it's a white or gray with long legs and a long whippy tail and hollow belly like a sight hound, almost skeletally thin. Now, I'm afraid of dogs. I'm cool with nice friendly ones out walking by day with their owners, but not strange dogs encountered alone at night. I freeze and turn around. Dog isn't there.

I look around to see where it went. Not a hint of it. One second it's there, the next it's nowhere. I take no shame in saying it was the eeriest thing I ever saw.