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Post by cannonlongshot on Oct 10, 2016 22:27:58 GMT
My bedroom window overlooks a children's playground. I keep my curtains closed at night, because if there's ever anyone there, I'd prefer to be killed in my sleep. Well, it just happened. Two figures, one of which seemed to be looking up at me. I'm not going to open my curtains back up to check. If you don't see me updating the wiki after the finale you'll know what happened.
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Post by blooblewoo on Oct 18, 2016 19:04:11 GMT
The most disturbing and upsetting single experience of my life was a dream I had while staying on a farm with a friend's family. I don't know if there's much in the telling of it, but here it is.
In the dream, I woke up in a bed. I did not have a clear picture of the room. What was clear was the being in that room with me. It looked like a human man, though it felt more like an entity that was using that body as an image than an actual physical presence, so it wasn't exactly standing, just...there. I don't remember anything about the body, but the face was clear. It had one hand held diagonally over it's mouth, like holding in a scream, and eyes wide and round, as a person in complete shock/fear.
It FELT like it was moving toward me at an incredible speed, though the image didn't move, it just gave off that sensation. This was like an attack, and the effect of it was...the only words that I can put to it was like it had just bypassed the whole 'taking the form of a scary monster to frighten you' thing, like that stuff was just child's play, and reached straight into my being, found the part of my core that felt fear, and just MASHED it. Like every other thing that scared me was taking the long route, and this thing cut through every single thing that was between it and the very essence of 'fear' deep inside me.
In the dream I lay paralysed by the feeling alone for what felt like a minute. Eventually I drew enough strength from somewhere to get up and run, out of the room and down a hallway. It followed me but as I moved away the effect and presence of it faded, and I got away.
I am thankful that my memory of the feeling is somewhat faded. When I woke from the dream I was sobbing. The friend of mine was staying in the same room and woke up, asked me what was wrong. I related what I had the composure to of the dream and told him, with full seriousness, that if I ever experienced that again, I would make sure I never went back to sleep. Whatever drugs I had to take, whatever else I had to do, ANYTHING else was a better alternative.
And I never did experience it. I believe in a bit of spirituality and symbolism, and after a bit of initial thinking and being completely unable to relate it to anything around me/in my life at the time, I've quite intentionally left this one well alone. Whatever the heck that was about, I don't want to know, as long as it stays in my past. I'd rather just keep the experience as an isolated bad memory and leave it at that.
But here's hoping it helps to inspire you to create some cool art. I'd like to think something good could come from it.
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Post by seelingkat on Oct 18, 2016 19:08:30 GMT
That sounds terrifying - as someone who has has sleep paralysis on numerous occasions I know how traumatising dreams can be
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Post by Alex Newall on Oct 18, 2016 20:36:33 GMT
Eurgh sleep paralysis. I have had it once (with the creepy figure in the room sensation too) but lucky enough to not Have it more than once.
That said, this sounds so much more intense. *shudders*
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Post by kea on Oct 24, 2016 1:49:57 GMT
It's a bit more eerie than scary but when I went on a school trip we were taken up to the Bridge to Nowhere. We were kayaking up the river, and all the landscape around looks like it's out of Jurassic Park. You walk through all this native forest and there is just this massive stone bridge. In perfect condition, just leading to more forest. That is one thing that's interesting/creepy about New Zealand. Like many places settled by Europeans, you just have odd bits of house in the middle of nowhere where one assumes people have had to leave because it hasn't worked out. There's obviously no record of why or who these people left. So you just...stumble across random bits of wall and rusty iron contraptions with no warning. Another eerie place I've seen was going to a flat in the suburbs. It was unusual because it was a big, modern house, which seemed outside of the people who were living there's price range. Then they showed us the downstairs flat. We walk into this massive room with an empty spa pool in one corner and then a decent sized swimming pool under some carpeted stairs under the other. It was fairly dark and there were objects floating in the water. The general eerie feeling wasn't helped by a bunch of people doing drugs in the empty spa. We went upstairs, because we weren't feeling particularly genre savvy that evening, and there were a couple of large carpeted rooms which had mattresses shoved up against the walls and nothing else, as well as some shower stalls in a separate bathroom. It was pretty dark upstairs as well, because there weren't many windows. Given that Wellington's got a chronic housing shortage, I was surprised it hadn't been converted into an actual flat. I've always found modern, urban buildings more creepy than old ones - empty cubicle farms at night, particularly. I got freaked out by the darkness and the druggies and left. On my way out, one of my friends looked around and said "we really should run a larp here."
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Post by Samwise on Oct 26, 2016 14:34:09 GMT
This is mainly for the new thread about drawings needed for the magnus Wikki however I realised it came with a pretty creepy story so decided to post it here instead.
I took this photograph a couple years back:
This tree can be found in North wales (just outside Bangor near the Penhryn Estate). I only found out about it after another photographer told me about it. she took me in the dead of night into a farmers field and this dead petrified tree was in the middle of it. Not sure what species tree it used to be, the bark is completely bleached white in some bits and also a dirty grey in others. At a guess I would say oak. The photo was taken about 2AM and the moon was so bright it was casting amazing shadows on the ground.
Obviously a creepy tree like this comes with creepy storys, the main one being people used to commit suicide by tying a noose on the branches and hanging themselves. theres no proof so believe what you will.
When me and my friends when to photograph it. it was a still calm evening with barely any breeze. also it was mid November, so pretty chilly. we were quite creeped out by the tree, it does give off a creepy aurora and didn't dare go near it. One friend was brave enough to try and go tough the trunk, once she got close to the trunk apparently she started hearing whispering and then a massive gust of wind started. we laughed as she ran back but she was terrified.
I then wanted to get close to the tree (trying to illuminate the branches with a torch for a specific photograph I had imagined), when I got perhaps a metre from the trunk the whole area around me felt really warm, bearing in mind it was November, I felt a pretty warm pocket of air close to the tree. nothing else happened to us, except for being scared half to death on our walk back by a sheep bleeting at us as we walked past.
Not sure why all my creepy story's always have something to do with trees. but hey ho!
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Post by Mister Donkey on Feb 27, 2017 17:56:36 GMT
When I was a child my family was on vacation without me. I didn’t want to go because I would get car sick. My grandmother was looking after me. She lived on the second floor; I lived on the first floor.
I was lying in bed. It was the first night that I had ever been so alone. I was thinking about zombies coming up from the basement. After a while I thought I could hear footsteps on the basement stairs. I knew that I was probably imagining it, but I ran upstairs. I slept on my grandmother’s sofa.
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Post by DoctorTOC on Apr 10, 2017 14:40:07 GMT
Well, I had a horrific dream last night which seems Magnus-ish. I dreamt that I was in a large, dark enclosed space, lit by utilitarian lights shades hanging on long chains from the ceiling. All around me, just beyond the pools of light I could hear very faint scratching and scuffling noises. The further I walked into the space, the poorer the lighting got. The flooring was bare concrete, covered with accumulated, grit, dirt and feathers, and occasional patches of what looked like dried blood. I realised that I was walking in an aisle between rows of cages made of blood-encrusted wire mesh, with metal troughs stuck in front of them. I remember thinking the words "battery farm". The cages were dark, and indistinct shapes scratched and shuffled inside them, occasionally reacting as I passed too close. I knew the place smelled of old blood and older suffering. At the end of the aisle was a wider pool of light, as if the bulb in this one lamp was fresher or perhaps just cleaner. The pool reached the front of the cage, and shone inside. As I got closer, I could see the animal inside. It was a man, naked and bloody, forced into a painful crouch by the tiny cage, his arms broken and twisted up behind him, his eyes gone, his fingers and toes reduced to bloody stumps, and a horrible, bleeding empty maw where his teeth and tongue had once been.
Thankfully, that's when I woke up.
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Post by cannonlongshot on Apr 11, 2017 12:21:02 GMT
Well, I had a horrific dream last night which seems Magnus-ish. I dreamt that I was in a large, dark enclosed space, lit by utilitarian lights shades hanging on long chains from the ceiling. All around me, just beyond the pools of light I could hear very faint scratching and scuffling noises. The further I walked into the space, the poorer the lighting got. The flooring was bare concrete, covered with accumulated, grit, dirt and feathers, and occasional patches of what looked like dried blood. I realised that I was walking in an aisle between rows of cages made of blood-encrusted wire mesh, with metal troughs stuck in front of them. I remember thinking the words "battery farm". The cages were dark, and indistinct shapes scratched and shuffled inside them, occasionally reacting as I passed too close. I knew the place smelled of old blood and older suffering. At the end of the aisle was a wider pool of light, as if the bulb in this one lamp was fresher or perhaps just cleaner. The pool reached the front of the cage, and shone inside. As I got closer, I could see the animal inside. It was a man, naked and bloody, forced into a painful crouch by the tiny cage, his arms broken and twisted up behind him, his eyes gone, his fingers and toes reduced to bloody stumps, and a horrible, bleeding empty maw where his teeth and tongue had once been. Thankfully, that's when I woke up. are you okay
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Post by DoctorTOC on Apr 12, 2017 11:45:27 GMT
Heh, I get asked that a lot. Yeah, I'm fine, I've just had horrible nightmares all my life. Just be grateful I didn't share the one about the "fishermen" and the well full of bones! :-)
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Post by cannonlongshot on Apr 12, 2017 13:39:09 GMT
That sucks :/ If it's any consolation, that story was suitably Magnus! If you ever want to share those stories I'd be interested if they're half as fascinating as the first one!
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Post by Rokkan on Apr 12, 2017 18:34:58 GMT
I have to admit I've been catching up on Magnus whilst RQG is interluding, and reading this thread a lot of the stories, DoctorTOC's in particular, sound like the Archivist in my head now. I still have a way to go - got about half way through episode 13 before falling asleep last night and missing most of episode 14 before waking up again - but it's an awesome series.
Don't have any stories to tell. Just thought I'd mention this.
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Post by aslee on Apr 19, 2017 15:20:14 GMT
When I was a kid, I would have this reoccurring dream. Well, I don't know if it can actually be classed as that, because I was always a different person. Same age, but different genders, different names. The time I remember most clearly, I was a boy. I don't remember the name I had, but I think it started with a J? I had a ballcap with my initials on it, and it was too big and smelled like sweat and dust.
The details are hazy because I haven't had this dream since I was like 10, but I remember that it started with me, on my bike, going up a really long driveway lined by candles. Maybe they were orange? They smelt orange, that really cloying orange and cream scent of, like, a Creamsicle pop. It made me dizzy, and even now I think there was something under that smell.
I don't remember anything else besides being in the basement. I know I probably found the house and went inside, first. I had this dream twenty times, so I must have opened a door and walked in at least once, but I couldn't tell you what the house looked like, or how you got into the basement. I just remember the basement, dark and grey and smelling of orange. And then the door opened behind me, and there was an old man.
He was short, and he wore glasses even though I wasn't sure how he could even see past his bushy, scowling eyebrows. The weirdest thing was that he was always shirtless, and you could see his ribs through his skin, like he hadn't eaten in months.
And then he ate me. I used to be weirded out by people who made "if you die in your dreams you die in real life," jokes, and even more weirded out by "you wake up before you die," myths, because I never once woke up before the first bite. He just... ate me, and I felt it. Not always until the end, and not always as graphic as it could have been, but it happened. Over and over again, for an entire summer.
And then one day they stopped.
Since then, I don't have many bad dreams. I have a lot of weird ones, but not as bad as that. Except for the spider dreams. See, I have a tree in my backyard that, in the winter, gets absolutely run over by spiders. Or maybe they're always there and I can't see them until the leaves die. Anyway, sometimes I have dreams that I'm looking up through the branches as the grey winter sky, and the spiders write me cryptic messages in the webs. It's not as scary as my old dreams, but it is pretty creepy.
Other than that, and the fact that sometimes I can hear the distinct sound of shovel breaking dirt in my backyard when no one is there, my life (and dream-world) is pretty normal.
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Post by cannonlongshot on Apr 20, 2017 11:29:50 GMT
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Post by aslee on Apr 20, 2017 12:24:39 GMT
I'm obviously the person who dies 15 minutes into the horror movie because I don't Believe hard enough.
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