I saw something that wasn't there

Lisa Simpson said:
Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today
I wish that man would go away.

Hugh Means (1875 – 1965)
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:scared:

You and jmercer are just out to fill my nights with nightmares. :eek:

That poem has always creeped me out, and thanks to 'Sapphire and Steel' it really got entrenched in my imagination to scare the wits out of me.

:covereyes
 
chillzero said:
:scared:

You and jmercer are just out to fill my nights with nightmares. :eek:

That poem has always creeped me out, and thanks to 'Sapphire and Steel' it really got entrenched in my imagination to scare the wits out of me.

:covereyes
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Here's looking at you, kid! ;)

(Ha! I've always wanted to use that line! Humphrey Bogart, 1899-1957)
 
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Crazycowbob said:
That happened to me the other morning, woke up, and swore there was someone in my bed, really freaked me the heck out, till finally my vison kind of cleared, and it was just my covers (the inside is a light color, the outside dark), they had been tussled to where they looked like a face from where I was laying. I had to mess them up some more to get it to stop freaking me out, was a pretty good face!
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Reminds me of the letters page from Viz comic.
"I woke up with a start thinking there was a ghost in my room,Imagine my suprise when it turned out to be an escaped prisoner from the high security prison in the next town!" :D
 
i go running around dawn and dusk a lot and it is amazing how many things i "see". most are based off of objects that just look different in the lighting, but others are just either a combination of some sort of persistence of vision with an existing object or a total fabrication (probably aided by jostling of my head when running, sweat in my eyes and oxygen fluctuation). anyway, the point is, i have had a few times where i can totally see how people would think they say bizarre things with their own eyes. it can be quite convincing. heck, i even "see" creepy people standing near the road when i wilk the dog at night (mailboxes that seem to be moving a bit as i walk down a hill, etc).
no explanation for your experience, but obviously it was some trick of your sight or you would have had to confront the wolf beast
 
Is this guy for real?

http://fixd.com/about-speide-bahl/

And from his website:
http://fixd.com/2007/05/03/when-is-keeping-children-in-cages-acceptable/

"
This is a subject I’ve wanted to address for awhile now: Kids in cages. On the surface it may sound fairly barbaric, but I think after you read this you’ll agree that it doesn’t have to be.

Back when my girls were younger my wife had some problems getting them to comply with the laws I’d set forth in the articles of the Constitution of our home. At first she tried to simply send them to their rooms—or even lock them in the garage—much like Supernanny would likely recommend. As the girls got older they learned how to compromise the locks in their rooms and the garage. She then began using pad locks for a short time, but that just resulted in broken windows—I recently even found an incomplete tunnel that they must have begun digging from the back of our garage during one of their periods of incarceration.

Nothing she tried was working, eventually she came to me with the problem and I quickly solved it.

As I told her, there was no place in our home, or the trailer, that we could easily secure our daughters when they were acting up. I explained to her that another clever solution was needed. That clever solution? Cages.

Briefly I considered buying an off-the-shelf dog kennel, but they were prohibatively expensive and I wasn’t convinced that the plastic material most of them are made of would be suitable to keep them from escaping. I found that despite the fact that every parent faces these problems, no device existed that I would do what I needed. The solution was to fabricate my own cage.

My design was based on one that was used by the Vietcong during the Vietnam war to hold American servicemen. Instead of using bamboo, I used galvanized fence posts, I then wrapped it in chicken wire. It worked like a dream to hold the girls, even after repeated attempts to get out over several days, not once was the integrity of the cage compromised.

The cages I made were so successful that I built portable versions that I installed in the back of our van so that when my wife and I went out we didn’t need to worry about whether or not the girls were getting into mischief. For a short time I tried to start a business selling the cages, but was not able to find a distributor and eventually gave up to pursue other interests.

As you can see, I really had no realistic alternative other than to use cages to contain our unruly children. This is why stories like the one I linked above upset me so much. By immediately assuming that every parent who puts their child in a cage is a terrible person, we’re creating a society that refuses to look at the benefits of using one of the oldest disciplinary techniques known to man to control bad kids.

Also, if anyone is interested in purchasing a cage from me I have the original prototype models that I no longer need. I also have the materials and designs to make new ones, just contact me and let me know your needs. I can offer discounts for larger purchases like day care centers."
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:jaw-dropp
 
OK I spoke too soon

I'm pretty sure Speide is not for real, you can't be that big an idiot and still breathe

He's not funny either, though

So that's 30 minutes of my life I won't get back

Ah well, you live and learn
 
chillzero said:
:scared:

You and jmercer are just out to fill my nights with nightmares. :eek:

That poem has always creeped me out, and thanks to 'Sapphire and Steel' it really got entrenched in my imagination to scare the wits out of me.

:covereyes
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Dont worry, All irregularities will be handled by the forces controlling each dimension.
 
I once heard something that wasn't there. Not only that, it saved my life!

When I was 17 I was involved in a car crash. I was sitting in the back seat of a speeding van when the driver hit a patch of sand in the road and lost control. As we were sliding around, someone shouted at me "Jump into the back!" So I did -- just as the van flipped onto its side, left the road, and slammed roof-first into a tree. The roof ended up pressed against the seat where I was sitting; it actually depressed it several inches. If I had stayed in my seat, I would quite literally have been squashed flat. (As it was, I got off relatively easily with just a concussion and a fractured shoulder blade.)

Now here's the odd thing: After the accident, I asked the other occupants who it was that told me to get into the back of the van. Funny thing was, none of them did -- they insisted no one had said a thing throughout the accident.

At this point, several possibilities present themselves. Maybe someone did tell me to get into the back, and in all the excitement the other occupants simply forgot it. (After all, the event was pretty traumatic all around.) Maybe "jump into the back" was the voice in my own head, amplified by the megadoses of adenaline coursing through my veins into an auditory hullucination. Or maybe (as my otherwise skeptical daughter suggests) it was the voice of an angel looking out for me. In any case, it was the best on-the-spot advice I ever received, because I wouldn't be here writing this without it.

I suppose some would see this as some sort of mystical experience, and my reluctance to accept it as such as pig-headed skepticism at its worse. I just interpret it as one of the odd things that can happen to an impaired, enhanced, or semi-sleeping mind -- like seeing ghosts in the room. Interesting, but not enough to completely change my philosophical views.
 
Stellafane said:
I once heard something that wasn't there. Not only that, it saved my life!

When I was 17 I was involved in a car crash. I was sitting in the back seat of a speeding van when the driver hit a patch of sand in the road and lost control. As we were sliding around, someone shouted at me "Jump into the back!" So I did -- just as the van flipped onto its side, left the road, and slammed roof-first into a tree. The roof ended up pressed against the seat where I was sitting; it actually depressed it several inches. If I had stayed in my seat, I would quite literally have been squashed flat. (As it was, I got off relatively easily with just a concussion and a fractured shoulder blade.)

Now here's the odd thing: After the accident, I asked the other occupants who it was that told me to get into the back of the van. Funny thing was, none of them did -- they insisted no one had said a thing throughout the accident.

At this point, several possibilities present themselves. Maybe someone did tell me to get into the back, and in all the excitement the other occupants simply forgot it. (After all, the event was pretty traumatic all around.) Maybe "jump into the back" was the voice in my own head, amplified by the megadoses of adenaline coursing through my veins into an auditory hullucination. Or maybe (as my otherwise skeptical daughter suggests) it was the voice of an angel looking out for me. In any case, it was the best on-the-spot advice I ever received, because I wouldn't be here writing this without it.

I suppose some would see this as some sort of mystical experience, and my reluctance to accept it as such as pig-headed skepticism at its worse. I just interpret it as one of the odd things that can happen to an impaired, enhanced, or semi-sleeping mind -- like seeing ghosts in the room. Interesting, but not enough to completely change my philosophical views.
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I might be inclined to think it was a false memory, myself.
 
Lisa Simpson said:
Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today
I wish that man would go away.

Hugh Means (1875 – 1965)
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I saw no man upon the stair.
I looked again, he was not there.
He was not there again today.
I think he's from the C.I.A.

William "Bill" Maxwell Gaines (March 1, 1922 June 3, 1992)
 
I actually have experienced olfactory hallucinations. Occasionally, I would smell Hong Kong. There are a lot of pleasing memories associated with Hong Kong, and the city does have a uniquely fragrant air.
We go camping every year, so the smell of wood fires make me feel a little "homesick".
I'm sorry, I seem to have gotten off-topic.
Hypnogogic hallucination? I'd **** myself if I ever thought I'd seen a werewolf.
 
skeptigirl said:
I might be inclined to think it was a false memory, myself.
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Quite possible -- after all, getting in the back certainly worked out for me in the end, so maybe I just imagined after the fact that someone must have told me to do it. Indeed, for all I know I didn't actually jump in the back, maybe through sheer luck I got thrown there just before we hit the tree. Whatever the actual circumstances, I have a clear memory to this day of a voice shouting at me "Jump in the back!" just before doing so, then everything went black. Bear in mind, I'm not even remotely suggesting anying paranormal, just an example of what the mind can produce in extremis.
 
latent aaaack said:
...the court house is supposedly haunted by a chef and one common report is of an unexplained smell of toast. I learned this by happening to be in that town and heard anecdotal evidence from a freind who reported smelling it (a lawyer and her assistant).
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The building where I work is supposed to be haunted. It's very old. I often smell toast, burned popcorn, and other culinary treats. In an altered state, I tracked them down to someone burnng toast, someone making popcorn and people's lunches.

Often, while lying in bed, I am visited by the olfactory manifestations of meals past. :o Such are my ghosts. At leat they warm me on chill in the chill (or should I say chili?).

It would be neat getting to know a ghost. I've always wanted a captive audience. The living are much too evasive.
 
Slimething said:
It would be neat getting to know a ghost. I've always wanted a captive audience. The living are much too evasive.
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I dunno--I guess one imaginary friend is as good as any other. I think "getting to know a ghost" is about the same as having a "personal relationship with Jesus".;)
 
lister said:
More details please. What exactly do you mean by "you saw it in the room next door"?
Another room in your house? A room in the house next door? How did you see it? Through a window? Through a door? Did you go and investigate?

My immediate thought was a TV show reflected off something like a glass cabinet door in your neighbour's house, but I'm not even sure if that is what you mean.
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I was sitting on the floor next to the darkened living room. I saw movement and looked over and saw the "werewolf" walking a few inches above the living room floor. It "saw" me and it ducked behind a easy chair in the room. I did get up and investigate and look behind the chair. Nothing was there of course. It was realistic looking and it was actually walking a few inches above the floor. If I was into the paranormal instead of being an atheist skeptic I'd say ghost loud and clear. I don't believe in ghosts, the afterlife or god himself. What the **** happened? Why such a prolonged vision and why had it never happened before and why after 38 years has it never happened again? There must be a scientific reason.
 
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