RE: Where do you stand on the existence of God?
December 6, 2015 at 4:14 pm
(This post was last modified: December 6, 2015 at 4:15 pm by Clueless Morgan.)
(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.....
Teenaged X-Files obsession + Bermuda Triangle episode + Self-led school research project = Atheist.
