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 Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 11:47 pm
Hai guys. (: It's two AM, going on three, and I'm wide awake.
I have a story por tu!
Okay, here it is. I am home alone, housesitting for a week. I never really had too much of a problem with this condo, until I started actually staying at my aunt's.
My Aunt's Background Story:
She came home and a toy that we haven't touched in months starts going off on it's own. We have no pets that are outside of cages, and the thing is touch activated, and wasn't working.
I took no note of that, and was like, whatever. We hear people walking upstairs a lot, but it doesn't bother me. I have experience half-breeds before, which is another story for another day. I am sensitive to spirits, I can usually see their outline, but sometimes I hear them.
I was watching the Food Network, being fairly amused in my little basement room, chilling out.
All of a sudden, I hear this heart breaking wail, like a scared child, and I get this urge to cry. I mean, this sounds like someone had just abandoned this poor little girl (it was a feminine sounding voice) and it kills me as I type. I can't go comfort her, because every time I come too close, she fades off. It sounded like she was sobbing, and our neighbors don't have kids, as I talked to my neighbor today and she didn't have any relatives over, either. I'm sort of disturbed to report that though I like to ignore it, I have been hearing footsteps upstairs whenever I'm in the basement or living room (the living room is directly above the living room.)
What do you guys think?
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 3:38 am
I think...
1.You should try to poke the thing that keeps vanishing with a long stick
2.Your house was probobly designed by lunatics, why would there be a living room above the living room?
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 12:02 pm
Lol, I wish I could.
Slip of the mind there, my room is the basement, not the living room. ^^ It's supposed to say the living room is over the basement. >.<
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 5:32 am
You live in a basement... is there a gas leak, bychance?
anyway, does it vanish when you get withing a certain range or does it seem to be random?
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 12:37 pm
Not that I know of--we just got the place checked out for stuff like that cause my aunt is paranoid. I kinda do wish it was only in the basement that stuff like that happens but no such luck. A few more experiences upstairs. I'll ask my aunt about the leak, though.
Uhh, it fades out around the time I come into the living room or my little cousin's room.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 6:37 am
Have you actually seen the wailing wierdo, or just heard it? If it's the second, scour the place for tape recorders.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 11:10 am
I've only seen her once. She took off after a second or two, though.
I already checked the place for tape recorders >__< I sorta wish I had found one, because it creeps me out.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 3:53 am
Have you tried talking to it, asking questions calmly? If that doesn't try the crazy redneck approach; yelling at it with a lot of anger, threats, and discussion of what you ate for dinner yesterday. They seem equally likely to change the situation.
I'm pretty much out of ideas, good luck with your evasive intruder.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 7:20 pm
Lmfao, the redneck only works on my dead uncle (different story, different day...) I tried talking to her. Being as paranormally retarded as I am, I only got a little response. I haven't heard her crying as much now, though.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 8:43 am
Cool, what was the response?
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 9:16 pm
I didn't get too much. I think I scared her a bit, because I was nervous, which in turn made her nervous. She gave me her name, Marie...and nothing more than that. Like said before, psychically retarded is I.
And still...I sit here. ******** uncle keeps throwing spoons. Man, damn them restless dead relatives. >.<
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 8:42 am
1. Try talking to uncle crazysilverware or joining him in spoon throwing.
2. If Marie was scared, you shouldn't be. Speak calmly and ask about uncle silverware if (he/she/it?) is willing to talk back.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 3:31 pm
XD
Unclesilverware is harmless. He's fun to mess with...but I think the dead have more fun cause he can hide s**t or throw it at my head.
His favorite trick after he died was to throw mom's baking supplies after she washed them.
People are scared to come to my house now. (;
But lately, he's been pretty quiet. Something's disturbed him. o.O
Yeah, poor girl. Uncle Silverware and her don't really interact, it's odd. Or, if she notices him that much, she doesn't talk about him. Her obsession is something to do with her father.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 4:45 am
Ask about that, then. Also, it probobly couldn't hurt to wear a helmet around the house.
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