More Poltergeist Activity

[goingslow]

Im not trying to be rude with this, but im sure im not the only one that finds it hard to read one long paragraph.

Next time do you think you could break your paragraph up into separate paragraphs.. its really hard to read like that.  

Maybe I am the only one though.. its just a suggestion..

[MeZergy]

Oh cool, yet terrifying! I used to have a poltergeist living at my house. My sister and I named him George. Every night, George opened my (or my sister's) door came in and loudly walked around our room. Every once in a while he knocks something glass over. I turn on my light and look around... Nothing's out of place. "George, stop that!" I always say, but George keeps on doing it over and over.

Once, George even fell on me! I was climbing up to the top of my bunk bed to pet my cat, Comet. I felt a freezing-cold spot on the ceiling and then I said, "George, get off of MY ceiling!" So he fell right through me. I was so cold and said "Don't do that again, George!"

These days, George is gone, or maybe he's weak. I think it's because I always told him to go away. But now at night I see this bright spot of light on my carpet that wasn't there before...

Anyway, your poltergeist seems much stronger than mine at my house. Shaking the whole house? That's creeeeeeeeeeepy. I'd be freaking out if that happened to my house. Just pray that your clown doll doesn't attack you one day! (It's from the movie, "Poltergeist"... LAUGH YOU VAIN FIEND!)

[Hephaestus]

MeZergy, I was just admiring your avator, if I enter a lucid dream or AP with that thing stareing at me i'll know who to blame. []

[Jetamac]

At exactly 0413 something weird happened.  I was up again as usual, reading myself back to sleep.  Suddenly a violent tornado-force gust of "something" shook the entire top floor of the house.  It felt as if whatever it was would tear the roof off.  The entire house trembled (it's a big house)down from the top.  I got the distinct feeling that the origin of this hard-shake was coming from upstairs.  There was about 5-7 seconds that passed from the first incident and then another one happened with equal severity.  I could feel the power of this affront all the way up through the mattress.  Here we go with the Rossi again.  I didn't know what to think but I wasn't taking any chances.  Armed with my Brazillian iron I charge out onto the porch.  Not a bird-feeder swinging.  Not a leaf swaying.  Dead calm.  Perfect moonless night.  Perfect temperature.  Perfect peace.  I look all around.  Nothing.  I get the creeping feeling that Federal hollow points have no efficacy in this situation.  Whatever it is that shook the house probably hails from the same land as the weird noises I heard the other night.  Most of this stuff is happening at night, save there is this one isolated incident.  I was walking down the hall the other day.  The stereo was playing an old Fleetwood Mac tune.  As I walked away from the sound of the music, I heard a voice singing along with Stevie Nicks in my left ear.  It sounded like someone was 2 inches from my ear, singing deliberately into it.  It was an androgenous voice overlain sublimely.  But it was not of this world you see because I was the only one in this house and I was NOT SINGING.  Then there is the weirdness of how I hear odd humming sounds at an ultra high pitch when I turn my head in certain directions.  It's like a frequency I can only pick up when I face a certain direction.  Whether this has a mathematical explanation or not I am uncertain, but certainly NONE of the other stuff does.  Unsolved Mysteries in the hills of Tennessee as far as this writer is concerned.  So I come in from the porch, pistol weighing down my trigger-hand.  I stand at the base of the stairs and announce upwards "state your business!"  Something about attics and unoccupied upstairs rooms.  I only live on the first floor of this house.  The upstairs is nothing but a bunch of dark, empty rooms and unused baths.  I recall growing up in an old farm house where nightly I would hear the heavy footfall of someone pacing the length of the attic.  This went on for years.  Long, slow stride.  Sounded like big, heavy boots.  The attic was closed off.  We were forbidden to go up there.  Again with the upstairs poltergeist activity.  There must be something to why haints like the upstairs.  It's quiet and often dark.  They like quiet, dark places.//// This house-shaking thing is hard to ignore.  Both cats were on the bed with me and were startled out of their sleep by it.  Whatever it is has our full attention.  Has anyone else had similar experiences?