My parents once lived in a very haunted apartment before I was born. Here are a few of the stories I remember: The Smiling Man
My brother, who was just a toddler, had his own bedroom in the apartment. After awhile he started telling my mother that “There’s a man in my window at night”. My mother asked him more about it such as what the man did and my brother replied “He just smiles at me”. My brother’s bedroom was on the second floor with no way to reach his window. He was moved to sleep my parents after that happened. A Thump in the Night
The room my brother used to be in was then used as storage and to keep the cats in so they wouldn’t get into anything during the night. My father didn’t believe in the apartment being haunted and they lacked the funds to move so this was the best they could do. One night my mother was home alone and heard a loud thump come from the room. She refused to check on it until the morning. When she opened the door the next day the cats ran out in fright and the dresser was knocked to the ground. Sure the cats could have somehow knocked over a large dresser… But could cats have taken out all the drawers and arranged them in a semi-circle on the floor? The Scaled Tail
After the drawer incident my father still did not believe anything was wrong with the apartment. My mother now felt a chill whenever she walked by that room and would run by it to reach hers. She was alone again while my father was on a business trip and my brother was sleeping over at a friend’s house. While lying in bed her door creaked open, despite being fully shut, and a thick mist rolled into her bedroom. A long scaled tail of something wicked was wrapped around the doorway as mist filled the entire room. My mother wrapped herself tightly in her blanket and prayed to whatever god would listen. She awoke in the morning and found a large slash on the wall. My grandmother’s house was also haunted in one room… my mother’s: The Woman in the Wall
My mother never felt alone in her bedroom but grew to accept it over time as her imagination. She’d sometimes hear noises or something would be moved but again she simply rationalized it away. One night though she awoke on her bed facing the wall. Only the wall wasn’t there. Instead there was a field of flowers and a woman in a white dress with long black hair. She said something but my mother couldn’t understand her. The woman offered a hand to her but my mother just sobbed and shook her head. After awhile the woman looked sad and retracted her hand. The wall returned to normal. My brother has always been followed by something as well: The Shadow Man
For many years my brother has been followed by something he calls “The Shadow Man”. It only appears as a black silhouette that will walk across a far away room or move in the corner of your eye. Shadow Man isn’t a particularly disruptive entity though he’s been known to move things (such as the remote control into the attic), knocking over light objects, and walking down the stairs repeatedly at night. Well one of his housemates started complaining about noises in the attic and demanded they place a tape recorder up there to see if something was actually happening. They reviewed the tape in the morning and were disappointed that nothing was picked up… Until the last 30 seconds. When they heard themselves walking up the stairs to the attic a voice said “shh… they’re coming!”. The Shadow Man Again
I went on a “ghost hunt” with my brother to better understand the Shadow Man. Nothing of interest happened during our adventure in the dark though I kept my recorder on the entire time. When reviewing it the next day I found two strange things: 1. Me: What is your name?
A raspy voice: Shadow Man 2. Me: Do you have some sort of unfinished business?
A raspy voice, much louder, and angry: WHAT? He seemed to like the name my brother called him and didn’t particularly like us bothering him. The Shadow Man still follows my brother and every night you can listen to him walking up and down the stairs.
Tried it with Pyro and got a Flareon! Worked for me!
We named our dog Loki but I usually call him Pupperoni. Then I sing the Cinderelli song to him. Pupperoni, Pupperoni, night and day it’s Pupperoni~
Response to What Is Your Weirdest Fear?:
My biggest fear is structural integrity. Every time a floorboard creaks I have to stop myself from being paralyzed by my overactive imagination that the floor will suddenly break. It gets so bad that if I think about the weight of all the objects on a floor I start having an anxiety attack. I have to look up the tensile strength of whatever material I’m on to calm some. But I’m still afraid. It becomes even worse when I’m at a party. Then I have to mentally factor their individual weights and how they move through my home.
I mistook #14 for these (bit more morbid):
Response to What’s Your Taxi Horror Story?:
After flirting with me the driver told me he now knew where my house was and would visit me later.
Response to What’s Your Worst Online Dating Horror Story?:
Another fellow I met online had us meet at a local park. Apparently I had not learned my lesson from the British owl man disaster. Well when we met up he brought his little sister. Not what I was expecting but I suppose a more casual date was fine. We went through the park together and he started talking about our future children. On the first date. Before I could respond his sister cut her foot open on some glass and he had to carry her home. I followed them back, wanting to make sure his little sister was okay, and met his mother who had the largest collection of miniature glass pigs I have ever seen. Every wall had glass pigs. There were even some on the ceiling. I wanted to bolt but he offered to walk me back to where my ride was. On the way he took a path under a bridge where there were charred objects. He told me that was where he liked to burn things. I ran as fast as I could and never looked back.
Response to What’s Your Worst Online Dating Horror Story?:
Once I started talking with a guy I met on some geek themed dating website. We met up at the mall, he seemed nice enough, and I agreed to go out with him. Over time I got to know him better and that was my mistake. Apparently his best friend created those fursuits used at furry conventions and wanted me to get one. Note that these suits are hundreds of dollars and I’d be an anthromorphic wolf woman. Not only that, but he wanted to dress up as a British owl man as that’s what he identified as. So I went from dating a geeky guy to a British owl man. It wasn’t what I was looking for in a relationship and we broke up shortly after. I’m not against furries, we all have our kinks, but I draw the line at British owl men.
Nice try having us come up with ideas for your new app. #notpartofthesystem