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From netcom.com!wycoffd Sun Jun 19 02:09:17 1994
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From: wycoffd@netcom.com (Donald Wycoff II)
Subject: Wierd at midnight...
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Ok, folks: Here's one from my own experiences. I'm curious to hear
anything you have to say.
I moved into a house where an old friend of mine had been living alone a
couple of years. It was a strange deal to begin with, since it was
really his father's house -- his father who had recently remarried and
now lived out of state.
Wierd 1:
We always gathered on Saturday nites and watched Star Trek in the front
room. On this particular night we decided that, following STTNG, we
would go to Tower Books. STTNG came on as usual. Somwhere near the end
of it, the garage door (on the south wall of the room we were in)
suddenly opened up, paused for a moment, then closed. We kinda laughed
about it, more out of denial, I think, now. No big deal, really. After
STTNG, we went to tower. When we got back, we found that the remote
controls for the tv were missing. We took the couch apart, moved all the
chairs and the table, but couldn't find them. After a couple of hours of
the boob tube (getting up to change the stations -- grunt!) we finally
went to 7-11 to get big-gulps. When we returned, to our surprise, the
remote controls were sitting on the top of the couch we had taken apart
only a short time before!
Wierd 2:
It was about a month later when my now-roomate friend was bringing some
of his belongings in from one of those PUBLIC STORAGE thingies, and I was
going to bed. As I walked up the stairs, he came in through the front
door and asked if I wanted anything from 7-11... No, I told him: I had
to go to bed -- had to work in the morning. He said that this last bunch
of stuff was it, and that he was going to 7-11 to get some nachos, etc...
I went up to bed. Started reading some of Knuth's ALGORYTHMS books
(great stuff for helping me fall asleep). I heard the front door open,
close and lock. Then I heard my roommate's car start down the drive...
Big deal. About ten minutes later, I heard the front door open and close
a la my roommates slamming. I figured he forgot something and ran it
back in. Then I heard the stereo in the parlor come on (classical
music), and what sounded like lots of stuff being moved around. This
went on for 1/2 an hour till I started to hear him talk to someone --
very loudly. When the front door opend and slammed shut once again, I
figured it was time to ask him to be quiet. I started down the stairs,
turning on the light as I went. At the bottom of the stairs, I came
face-to-face with my roomate. He had JUST gotten back. He immediately
asked me, 'who were you shouting at'? Hair on the back of my neck stood
on end. I told him I hadn't been out of my room since the last time he
went out the front door just a vew minutes ago. He informed me, to my
surprise, that he'd been gone for 45 minutes!
The really scarry one's start in the next entry!
From netcom.com!wycoffd Sun Jun 19 02:13:22 1994
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From: wycoffd@netcom.com (Donald Wycoff II)
Subject: Wierd at midnight (2)
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One morning I was drinking coffee and watching the frugal gormet on the
tube. It was a saturday. My roommate arrived home following McClauglin
Group... He asked me if I had heard anything the night before. No, said
I: slept quite well.
Last night, he said, while he was doing some homework (he was attending
Sac State, a nearby college), his cats had got a little wierd and both
run at him and snuggled their heads into the couch near his back. Out of
the corner of one eye, through the archway leading into the family room,
he saw a faint glimmer of light. Turning his head to get a better look,
he saw a shimmering, human-shaped thing step down from the stairs and
begin walking toward him. He said it looked like a man in a long London
Fog, but without any colour or the like. He continued to say that the
moment it appeared that the 'thing' say him, it seemed to suddenly float
backward toward the stairs and disappear around the corner. I don't know
why he didn't wake me up...
Wierd 3: (The last night for ME in that bloody place!)
I'd spent several hours after work on my PC working on a software project
for the college where I worked (American Rivver College, mind you). As
usual, I went to bed reading Knuth. Around 2:30 in the morning, I woke
up much in need of a visit to the littlest room in the house. As I went
about my business, standing there, I was frozen in (sorry) mid-relief:
I heard a quiet moaning coming up from directly beneath me, like it was
someone moaning in the tv room on the ground floor. It only sounded
once, so I thought it might just be a cat or something. I started and
almost finished what I was doing (sorry again) when the moan came again,
only a bit louder and a bit further along to the east of the house than
before. Hair on neck standing on end, I dashed back into my room and
closed the door. Once again came the moan, only now it sounded like it
was at the base of the stairs. I sat down in the corner next to my bed
and listened. I heard footsteps on the stairs like heavy workman's
boots, followed by an even louder, even nearer moan. I was scared
shitless, folks: I can't remember ever being this scared before in my
life! Fourteen steps and three down the hall, two moans later. Now it
was at my door. I was tightly wedged with my back to the wall, my hands
and legs beginning to shake. I heard something brushing up against the
door. And then the moan, this time so loud, so near. I felt cold. What
do I do? What do I do? It moaned again, and I saw the handle on the
door move clockwise, then counter, but the door remained closed. The
moan zenithed into the most hideous screech, topped by a loud thudding at
the door. Quiet: Then another terrible screech! I screamed - for the
FIRST time in my life - for Jesus to help me. I screamed it again and
again, all the while being accompanied by the painful moaning and
screeching. All at once, the moaning stopped, as did the sounds at the
door. I sat there frozen in absolute terror, eyes fixed on the door for
nearly an hour. It was some time later, around 5:00, that my roomates
car drove up. I heard the car shut off; door open, close; and heard him
baby talk to his cats. I realized I was still sitting in the same place.
I stood up, walked down stairs and called a friend who had a truck. My
roomate say that I was just a tad distressed and asked me what was
wrong. I appologised and said that I would be moving out immediately.
That's what I did. I never went back into the house, nor do I have any
intention of ever doing so in future.
Personally, I don't know what it was. I know it wasn't my roommate -- he
worked graves some nights at 7-11, as he had on that particular night. I
have never again had an experience like that again. I hope I never do!
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