(December 3, 2015 at 4:17 pm)Stimbo Wrote: Right.

I'm standing there. Nobody else around. Not a single logical reason for the knocking sound.

I close the door and turn round to go back to bed. In the halflight I can see a small rectangular object at my feet. It's a payment book - against my better judgement Sam had taken out a loan of shopping vouchers at ridiculous percent interest. I suddenly remember that the agent is due first thing to collect the next instalment. But I'd left it propped on top of the thermostat box on the wall. It couldn't... could it?

Underneath the thermostat control was a large wooden box used in amateur stage shows, which came with the flat and now served duty as a side table. Light began to dawn in my head.

Worked it out yet?

I put the book back on the thermostat where it came from, then gave it a gentle push. It toppled and fell, hitting first the 'table' and then the floor. Bang - bang. Like that. Two raps and nothing more.

I smiled at the solved mystery. No ghosts, no magic.  It probably would have gotten away with it if it hadn't been for this meddling kid. But - and this is the real point - what story would I have written if I'd stayed in bed, unwilling and perhaps too frightened to investigate?

My guess was that it was old Mr Jones down the road pretending to be a zombie head crab goast in order to drive you out so that he could dig up the Spanish Armada treasure he knows is hidden below your floorboards. But then again, one of my mottos is "When id doubt, pick the most Scooby Doo of all possible options. And make sure to beat the living daylights out of Scrappy."

It's uncanny - that's word for word what I thought at the time. Were you there?!

(December 3, 2015 at 4:27 pm)Catholic_Lady Wrote: For the record, if this had happened to me I would not have thought it was a ghost either lol.

My go-to explanation for unusual events are serial killers.

That probably stems from watching too much Investigation Discovery, tho.

(December 6, 2015 at 12:02 am)Clueless Morgan Wrote:

(December 3, 2015 at 4:27 pm)Catholic_Lady Wrote: For the record, if this had happened to me I would not have thought it was a ghost either lol.

My go-to explanation for unusual events are serial killers.

That probably stems from watching too much Investigation Discovery, tho.

Oh my gosh, I LOVE Investigation Discovery!

...And Dateline, and 48 Hours, and Forensic Files, and all those murder mystery documentaries lol.

Disappeared from Investigation Discovery was my favorite. Some of those were downright bizarre.

(December 6, 2015 at 12:26 am)Catholic_Lady Wrote: Oh my gosh, I LOVE Investigation Discovery!

And that became my problem. I love it but that channel in large amounts makes me really paranoid.

Yeah it's scary sometimes when my husband is traveling and I'm home alone. Like now lol. But I watch it anyway and just suck it up when I get scared.

My wife watches way too many of these kinds of shows.

(December 6, 2015 at 12:41 am)Whateverist the White Wrote: My wife watches way too many of these kinds of shows.

i love them

(December 6, 2015 at 12:41 am)Whateverist the White Wrote: My wife watches way too many of these kinds of shows.

It really sucks when you watch them a ton and then, one night, discover a prowler hopping your fence and passing through your yard.

True story.  



I've also had to give up scary movies for similar reasons.


Okay, I'm on my computer now so I can more easily find my "What was that noise?" story (not the prowler one, another one that I've already shared in the forums so I'm gonna copy-paste):

I was home alone one night and it was around 9pm, maybe later (it was summer and it was dark outside therefore it was probably 9pm or later) I heard the unmistakable sound of the door upstairs opening.... and then closing. Keep in mind I was definitely home alone, and both the cats were asleep in their beds downstairs. All sentient beings capable of opening or closing a door were accounted for. There was no reason for a door to be opening and closing upstairs.

Brushed it off as my imagination.

A few minutes later, I heard it again, this time it kind of weirded me out. The third time it happened I got kind of scared. The fourth time, I started watching the doors upstairs to see if I could see anything but I couldn't, but I could still hear the unmistakable sound of the hinges creaking, the latch giving, and then the door closing again.

I'm totally fuckin' scared by this point. There is no such thing as ghosts so there has to be some earthly cause for this phenomena and I'll be damned if I go check it out unarmed especially if it turns out to be some serial rapist who decided it was way easier to climb into a second-story window than to jimmy one of the downstairs bedroom windows. That doesn't make any sense, even by stupid criminal standards, so it must be nothing. So I grabbed a cast iron pan, turned on the lights and headed upstairs.

I get all the way to the second-stair from the top, frying pan held like a baseball bat (just in case), really scoping out the three doors on the landing when the door to the spare bedroom creaked open. Latch fluttered, creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeked open about 9 inches and then pushed closed again. I almost peed myself.

I steeled my resolve, went up the last two steps, rounded the landing and just as the door was creeking open again, I kicked it open, jumped back and got ready to bash in Ghost Face from the Scream movies, or Michael Meyers, or whomever was in there!!!

What I saw was.....